Being in nature restores me: face-planting into a mossy hillock, touching the trunk of a one-thousand-year-old tree, dunking into glacially cold waters.
#MrMoss very kindly hauled a folding chair along a trail so we could spend some hours ‘on the river’. Getting to settle myself by the water and re-read the manuscript I spent a month editing was sublime. A very vocal Kingfisher gave aural accompaniment in an otherwise supremely quiet setting.
What restores *you*?
