This one is close to my home and my heart. I go out and walk less than half an hour to the east, following the canal until I reach the mouth of a tiny stream. I follow the bike road, then walk carefully through a small briar patch and I get to a tiny path that's slightly secret.

This summer, it was where the glowworms were crowding, between a stream that is now dry much too often and a thin band of trees. It's not long, it takes but a few minutes to run to its end. But on that small secluded path, I never met anyone, though I have seen the traces left by others.

Someone built a small fire, someone slept in the grass, a few people spent an evening there talking. One day I saw a tent on the other side of the stream. It's but a tiny patch of woods, nothing special. But there I met a fox, there I came to be alone and think, and there I laugh when I'm done running and euphoria takes me.

It's a lovely place, I think you'd like it and I hope I can take you there one day.