The gate makes a clang that has a kind of melody as I push it over the the timber and clumps of grass holding it closed. It fills me with nostalgic happiness for years as a child in the countryside.
Treading carefully over the earth, there are fallen leaves that look like autumn even though we are in the middle of a summer heatwave, I venture into the meadow and follow the path.
Dandelions, buttercups and daisies are plentiful through the meadow, as are the bees and the butterflies.
I haven’t been away very long in terms of my 33 years, here is always as place of peace and calm for me.
So I am off to enjoy my little piece of beauty.