It’s officially half way through summer here in England and I’m trying to make the most of every last ray of sunshine before the darkness begins encroaching earlier and the leaves turn orange and fall again.
I’ve recently found a woodland near my village which boasts lush greenery, wild flowers and berries that skirt the forest floor. The walking trails are encircled by fields of wheat and paddocks stocked with farm animals; it truly makes for the perfect environment to stroll around and soak up oaky scents and soothing sounds of nature.
We were greeted by a friendly sheep who followed us along the fence line. I couldn’t not give him an ear scratch.
This was a perfect activity for a slow Sunday afternoon to quench my cravings to be in nature. We strolled among the trees for hours watching the scenery shift as the daylight fell through the canopy; the narrow trails lead us from dark forest to open rolling fields that play host to grand victorian homes.
Having bathed ourselves in summer sun, we made our way to a nearby English country pub to indulge in a Sunday roast where the unwritten rule in England that must be abided by is to have weekly without fail.I gladly obliged. My vegetarian roast was coupled with a berry cider or two which went down a treat.
We then merrily watched the sunset before packing up and making our way home. This was a lovely reminder to slow down and make the most of the simple things that we take for granted each day, as they often give the most joy.
When was the last time you had a slow Sunday?
Wander Mak 
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