Bliss

It was the end of a warm July day in the English countryside, with shrubs in full bloom and trees heavy with foliage with an occasional flight of a golden finch. Two Magpies’ were having a row about a juicy earthworm on the branch of an apple tree. The ground was never fertile and the trees never so full of life, unlike other times of the year.

It was around half eight and the day was not at all looking tired. Strolling leisurely on the country road, the view was ecstatic and the bend cuts across the beautiful lake with swans and ducklings. Being the right season for breeding there were huge families floating around and once in a while a swan carrying its young on its back. If I were a poet I could have written something spectacular about the moment, nevertheless I can narrate the situation formidably.

These moments are truly cherished, as I can now understand what prompted John Denver to write his ‘Take me home, Country roads’ in early 70’s. The meadows were lush with an abundance of lavender bushes and a variety of roses. I can feel the blissful concoction of the foliage while lying in the meadow and gazing at the skies.

It is a wonder that they have thatch roof houses standing from two centuries and as the sun’s rays touch the roof it is quite a spectacle. Walking in the way of fading sun, trying to count the number of daisies drooping for the night, finally its time to go home, as the dark would loom in soon. Country walks in Great Britain are quite a favourite in summer as you can explore the real countryside. Please don’t forget to watch out for the birds as they are quite civilised in this part of the world.