For many years, a visit to New England in the fall has sat resolutely at the top of my bucket list. Every time we came close to booking, a new expense would surface and we’d put the trip on the back burner. In my mind this was the only place worth visiting to experience the stunning show rolled out each year by mother nature. A chance trip proved me wrong.
On a complete whim (and I don’t even remember who suggested it) we decided to visit a parkland a few miles from home. I usually tend to avoid formal gardens, preferring instead the untamed forests, moors and flaking coastal cliffs.
We parked up, handed over the entry fee (no we didn’t want a ride on the train) and emerged through the barrier into a scene of total beauty.
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It’s so easy to take your locality for granted and feel that in order to experience beauty and splendour we must leap on a plane to far flung destinations.
Don’t overlook the magic of what’s in your own backyard. Sometimes, everything you seek is much closer than you think.