To me it's at a hidden paradise that locks out the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
A distant place that you may think you could only imagine or dream of.
The air is fresh and clear as though it may have never been breathed in before. The winding maze like lanes lead you down to unknown coves where you can stay for hours on end and not be disturbed. A narrow lane packed in by fields of cows on either side leads you to a hidden farm, a plank of wood suspended from two long pieces of rope tied to an old oak tree gently moves in the summer breeze.
A large old barn sits besides a stone farm house with ivy crawling up the walls. Stacks of hey are built up to the roof and a slightly rustling noise catches your attention. A little sandy donkey glares at you with his wide brown eyes as though he is welcoming you as birds scatter around above your head in the lofts of the barn.
Through a wide wooden gate is a small caravan that sits between thousands of strands of grass and looks over a sea of patchwork fields. At night the stars glisten and shine through a vast black velvet sheet which rests upon the tops of fields. It's as though your nearly in space.
The beach is buried underneath a large cliff with steep deep steps cast in the side leading down, a large stretch of wet sand with sinking foot prints in covers miles of ground, the violent sea crashes up against harsh grey rocks which break up the view and section off areas so they become caves and rock pools where people who appear like scattered dots of colour sit.
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