Today I got back from Hampshire. The countryside definitely did me well, even if it was just a couple of days. There is a kind of silence there that is rarely ever available when I’m in London. It may sound cliché, but the moment I stepped off the train into the town of Whitchurch, I left all the stresses of the city behind. I ate a lot better and slept a lot better than I had for months. I felt more alert, thoughtful and calm at the same time. The walks there in Watership Down are amazing, and having grown up in the city, I rarely get a chance to do these things. I experienced some intense stuff walking through the fields, and I remember thinking how nature is simultaneously beautiful on one level, and crushing on the next. We are specks in its mercy, only able to comprehend a modest portion of its wealth in that moment.
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