Ah, the countryside. Or the seaside. Either really. Not too fussy.
Fresh air. And not just fresh - fragrant, textured, health-giving.
Trees! Grass! Hillsides! Cows! Horses! Sheeps! Gently grazing. Marshes! A hovering kestrel. Rivers and streams! No tall buildings! A country pub. A long cold walk with the sound of nothing but the wind and your thoughts in your ears. A hare!
Of course it helps that whenever I am in the country or by the sea I am not at work. I get it.
What you want, see, is the balance. The hurly-burly of the city, and the peace of the country. And when I am a successful lady novelist, I will live in the country and visit the city for fun. Like Miss Marple. But hopefully with fewer murders.
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A car! To get everywhere!
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