That Magic Idyllic Button Was Pressed Again

That Magic Idyllic Button Was Pressed Again

It's happened again.

Out in the countryside, taking in the beautiful wild flowers at the Wetlands and Wildfowl centre in Sussex at the weekend.

I heard those words.

This is idyllic.

She knew what she was doing of course. It's a magic button to be pressed these days. But it is used sparingly and I have no doubt that it was genuine, because it was exactly that.

Idyllic.

It is that thing I have written about often on this blog. Finding a way to see the beauty in the world that we find ourselves in.

So often for me it involves nature. And if you decide to add a little wild life, some history, beautiful buildings and architecture and a person that you care about, well, why shouldn't you think it's all pretty damned good.

It was only a day out in Arundel. Or should that be, it was a wonderful day out in Arundel.

Whatever, that magic idyllic button was pressed again and the timing was impeccable.

As always.


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