I live in a historical town in the UK, and there are so many nooks and crannies which I’ve found over the years where I can escape the treadmill for a bit, I don’t even tell my friends where I go these places are just for me, it’s a guilty pleasure.
One of my favourites is walking around the park which is pretty magnificent, and so well-tended and in bloom all year round.We even have a Castle, which is one of the oldest in Britain, my imagination can run riot thinking about what went on behind those Roman walls, or sitting on the bench by the bandstand(which is great in the summer as the Salvation Army play each week, not hymns, all modern contemporary stuff). I often take a packed lunch and will spend my day off just being quiet.
It’s such a great feeling to be connected, it seems everybody smiles, which is infectious and brings to mind the days when people did have time, and weren’t slaves to mobile phones and social media, we communicated, we knew our neighbors, we watched children play, their shrieks of laughter echoing around the streets and the lush green grass of local parks/playgrounds.
The silence of your mind when your able to concentrate on a book, as the words from another’s imagination leap out at you drawing you in making you a part of that world of make-believe and real life.
I also like tea shops, which are not as common as I would like, but with some the oldie worldly atmosphere, a huge pot of tea and scones with Devonshire Clotted Cream and Strawberry Jam, or a slice of homemade cake.A, just that lovely feeling of being part of something bigger, again I can while away the hours, listening to the snippets of the chatter around me, laughing to myself at what I hear, sometime when you get the locals who have lived here all their lives you hear stories of how the town used to be, they often lament on the changes, but when I walk around later it’s hard to imagine people lived where there is now a car park, or an estate which was farmland or a factory, all the life that went on before that shaped their lives.
I’m mindful to take time out for myself, to put my thoughts in order or to lift my mood, I’ve come to rely very much on these times, it wasn’t so long ago that I was locked in my mind with little hope of escape, and the lesson I learned is to be kind to yourself, that you matter and even if no one else does I for one will miss the person that I am now.