You reach the red gate. You sit in your car on the english country side road while you wait for the gate to slowly open. To your left is a long road crowded by vivid, green oak trees with summers sunlight filtering through the leaves. To your right the oak trees stop and sprawling hills covered in vividly coloured flowers and golden grains take over. The fields seem to go on forever. This place feels so mystical. The perfect escape from the constant visual and sensory overload of the city. All of the troubles and worries of the city seem to vanish as the red gate sits open, welcoming you in.

Your car slowly hums back to life as you make your way down the entrance road. At this point any memory or thought about life in the city is gone and only the anticipation of a relaxing,