It’s difficult to properly envisage, and Intellectually encompass, the changes that are unfolding at present -but here on the far flung trading post and, quite possibly -(expensive fee paying private school) we call ‘Earth’- there is what appears to be a change of ‘Management’… The Hollow soulless Husk puppets that pretend to represent the owners are truly loosing their S##T, and any care as to how bad that might look…making life a bit of a grind… Luckily only 9 miles from where I live are the highly therapeutic ‘Malvern Hills’. My maternal grandmother was resident there at a sanatorium at the end of the first world war, and my own mother, at a ‘Nunnery’-as part of a retreat(due to an affair with a ‘Cat Burglar’) in the 1950’s before Art school… After my mother’s death I moved to nearby Worcester and, as an antidote to the mass psychosis of the Scamdemic and all the proceeding theatrical productions,- I began to visit the Malvern Hills for pre-dawn walks…literally hundreds of times… There must be something in the Precambrian rock and spring water- some sort of ‘medicine’… C.S.Lewis and Tolkien were often there together walking and talking ,Queen Victoria ,Elgar, FD Roosevelt-(as a sickly child)… and many others of note… Always refreshing, different every time, and somehow never boring…Worth it, if you’re in the area…
Your quote resonates; I am sincerely happy that you have that special place.
For three years I hiked the trails and roads of Mt Diablo in northern California, alone. I didn’t start until 2018, but one taste of the climb, vistas, and silence it offered, I succumbed to the beckoning. Ah, solace even during the lockdowns.
Thank you kindly for sharing.
(A search for “Mt Diablo State Park” with browser set for Images should help with visuals; the original post captured the effects of being there.)
Shropshire has an air about it too. However, most of my Family live there. All total absolute NHS fans.
Thanks for the recommendation tho. Stunning countryside especially when you can see for miles with a clear sky 
Just having somewhere to take in nature and breathe. England has its Beauty.
Nature can be observed and appreciated everywhere, not just in a preserved setting requiring a jaunt. Just take a walk in your neighborhood with the awareness of the incredible miracle that produced the plants every where.
Shropshire has “Tall Skies” or a Higher ceiling- at least that’s the impression I always get…
Sadly I’m not at that level of Nirvana or Sainthood. However, I do get your meaning.
England over the years has had its natural energy power Grid probed with Obelisks, war memorials and now those high metal things, and I can feel it. If you try and escape the cities and towns there is a remarkable difference, but that is changing too. Green Belt and areas of outstanding beauty being Developed by the hungry.
But, I do have my urban House Sparrows, and a very fat wood pigeon which are a joy to behold and make me laugh.
Having had the nerve to drive over the Long Mynd a few times it did feel as it I was driving up to Heavens Gate. I’m too much of woose to do it now. 