Yesterday was a day to get high above the city, lie back in the sunshine, inhale pure oxygen and drink tea from a flask.
It was a day to spend watching a forest full of scouts on a sugar high impale themselves on barbed wire fencing whilst their sausage sizzle went awry and set fire to some pine trees.
It was a day full of birdsong, the crunch of dry heather under foot and live weapons firing from the M.O.D range.
It was a day where birds of prey glided above the green hills, then silently torpedoed down on their unsuspecting target below.
It was a day when a rogue heat-seeking missile (or possibly a back-firing flare) came a little too close to comfort and we turned back to the relative safety of city life.
It was beautiful, it was invigorating and it was just what I needed.
(it just has a really annoying neighbour – bit like a jet ski, only with guns)