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I had the day off on Wednesday. As a stay-at-home dad, that means my wife took the kid out and I was left alone. I used to savour living alone, but after nearly six years of living with my partner, and sixteen months with the baby, having the house to myself seemed suddenly strange and unnatural. An anxiety sets in that is alien to me. So, I try and learn some programming, read a book, all the things I love. But it doesn't take the edge off it. I decide to go out, get some excercise (which for me is in short supply) and go somewhere new. I pull out my old commuting bike, and I'm shocked to discover that it works. I mean, I've left it to rot in the rain for over a year, and besides slapping some vegetable oil on the chain six months ago, I haven't touched the thing. But no - chain's fine, gears are fine, breaks are fine. Apart from pumping a little air into the tyres, I'm off.
There's a couple of nature reserves not too far away from me. One of them is right along my old work commute, but I never got round to visiting it. So that's where I end up. I wasn't actually my intention - at first I was just rehashing my commute for old time's sake, then I take a detour into an estate, get a little lost, find a subway under the motorway (freeway) and find myself in the forest. Anyway, soon the forest clears and there is the most amazing view. I'm a sucker for a good view. Every so often I hit a sight that stops me dead, and I just gotta look at it. This one is a hill that falls away from me into a rolling valley filled with wildflower meadows, bordered by another wooded hill on the far side. And the sun is just breaking through the rain from the right, giving everything a gleaming, mystical glow.
As I continue the trail then curves to the right through the valley and opens into a field of millet and more wildflower. This particular reserve is known for its plentiful variety of plantlife. One of my hobbies is wild food and herbalism, so I'm in paradise. I've soon got a carrier full of pineapple weed, chamomile, and all the regulars. It rains again but that just adds to the experience. The trail goes on through a patch of stunning chesnut forest, and I get hopelessly lost. When I eventually emerge from the reserve on the far side, muddy and exhausted, I am faced with the prospect of retracing all my steps. Except no, because as it turns out, I'd gone in a bit of an arch, and I recognise myself to be on a road that leads downhill all the way nearly to my home. Win!
I couldn't have had a better day. I came home feeling genuinely elated.