A slice of heaven indeed. I am by nature hyperactive and enjoy roaming the outdoors regardless of where or how. I find myself smelling the soil and enjoying every sound that nature offers, soothing to the soul. Haven't done this for some time now and I can feel the pent up frustration in my shoulders. The ideal would be crackle of a fire, the smell of something cooking in the cast iron pot, a cold beer, company that doesn't need conversation (a rare diamond to find)and the sound of night birds with the occasional sigh when looking at the stars. Just great
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You must have come camping with me at some stage in a former life because that's exactly what my camps are all about. Watching those stars come alive as the fire dies down to a low glow, the crickets, shuffle of the little beasts just outside the firelight...Heaven!
Takes a rare breed to enjoy true life, when one feels most alive