In the mass of concrete and motorways that we live near, it's nice to find that little patch of green. Of peace and quiet. Of birdsong.
Hubby and I walked from our village to the next one over. (I call them villages in the loosest terms as they are now all part of one area). We walked over the railway bridge, under the main road, round the back of the supermarket and under the motorway and came to Cross Lane. A quiet little patch in the mayhem that is the joy of living 3 miles from a major city.
We didn't see another soul except the squirrels, the birds were signing and the sun was out. It was quite easy to forget how close you are to all that noise.