I was invited to a cottage and left on Friday morning, expecting a long drive. Fairly quickly, it turned into this:
Miles and miles of this.
Hills, huge hunks of ancient rock, and loooooots of green things growing.
It was very. very. relaxing.
On arrival, the sky looked like this:
and the shoreline - because of course, the cottage sits yards from the edge of a pristine lake - looked like this:
I'm sorry I can't photograph the air or the mingled scent of trees, small animals, damp and heat, and deep calm. It was wonderful. I hope I get to go back!