Walk the South and West areas of the Isle of Wight. Flora and fauna in its own micro world there. Sparkling seas in the distance, reflect the sun and yearn it higher. Looking across the never-ending horizon where the Channel meets the Atlantic, relax over a glass of wine at The Sun Inn at Hulverstone, and a patchwork of 1,000 acres of barley, wheat and maize spreading out low before you, having walked through pine forests above, leaving playful cows at the gate.
Or Mabel's. A colourful sweet shop in a North Norfolk village with attitude, but definitely no altitude as it is at sea level near staithes and marshes. Buy a bag of your favourite sweets then go upstairs and select your piece of slipware to paint and fire. Go on a sunny day, but not a school day. Go out of holidays, but not out of season. Tarry a while, joke with folk, paint and take something home for tea bags, dog biscuits or for candles. Walk the marshes, the beach at Holkham or explore the churches inland.
Pull over from the M5. It is a long trip from the North West to the South West. Or vice versa. You need a rest at Junction 20. Go west and 6 minutes later you will find the plenty of parking in open roads around a marine lake. Take the path round the lake and up the hill above the sea. Explore the cute church, the hill fort before dropping down to the sea marshes below. Continue walking, past copious bushes and low levels and high skies. Rejoin the M5 when you are rejuvenated and re-oxygenised. If that is a word even, but it feels like that happens here.
Park in Upper Lambourne and walk up onto the downs. Do it at dawn chorus in April or June.
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy,
Up the ivy climbs the sun,
With a twenty-thousand pattering,
Has a valley breeze begun,
Feathery ash, neglected elder,
Shift the shade and make it run.
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Feathery ash in leathery Lambourne
Waves above the sarsen stone,
And Edwardian plantations
So coniferously moan
As to make the swelling downland,
Far surrounding, seem their own.