Prancing about in the vast green fields of UK countryside is perhaps the only way for me to experience some therapeutic peace of mind. I felt like an Austen or Bronte character on the wild moors, picking wildflowers, crossing farmlands, meeting farm animals and just walking about enjoying the sun on the greens. Learnt about stinging nettles and cow parsley and enjoyed the buttercups and daisies strewn about. Imagined a quiet life in a nice and cozy cottage with a garden (or what Austen would refer to as 'living in genteel poverty'. Lol). Had a nice quiet dinner in the small town centre. Forgot my worries and stress for a while. It felt nice.