A Happy Place To Be

“I’m going to my happy place, Les,” says the mother in ‘Strictly Ballroom’, plastering a grin on her face and whirling around the ballroom studio as her world crumbles around her. We all have those moments when the world just gets on top of you and you need to escape. Here are some of my escapes to a happy place.

A summer's day in my garden, weeding, watching, felling the sun's warmth soak into my skin.
A summer’s day in my garden, weeding, watching, feeling the sun’s warmth soak into my skin and the dirt under my fingernails.
Benmore Botanic Gardens in Argyll - the scent of pine needles, the woosh of firs in the wind, the golden light of sun-soaked leaves.
Benmore Botanic Gardens in Argyll – the scent of pine needles, the whoosh of firs in the wind, the golden light of sun-soaked leaves. Heaven on earth.
The Rapeseed in late May turns the field to a magical place, reached through a Hawthorne hedge, on a footpath past an Oak. How perfect is that.
The Rapeseed in late May turns the field to a magical place, reached through a Hawthorne hedge, on a footpath past an Oak. How perfect is that.

Wherever your happy place takes you, coming back and living life becomes easier for a while as you bask in the warmth of the memories of being there.

When I close my eyes, I am sitting in the roots of an Oak tree on an early Autumn afternoon. The butterflies land on long, sun-hot grasses and my hair tickles my cheek when the breeze jostles it. I inhale the scent of the heat, the grasses, the dirt, the bark behind me. The air is still and silent, except for the rustle of leaves and grass. Quiet. Peaceful. All I have to do is close my eyes and breathe … and I am there.

To share in other people’s happy places, go here.

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