Where the horses run free

We took a day trip down the busy roads to a place where the horses ran free and green shady alleys were crowded with hundreds of butterflies. We heard the fast thump of deer hooves as we startled one lying just on the other side of a line of trees. We wandered under the vibrant green canopies and felt we could nearly see another world of forest dwellers and faes. I fell in love with purple heather and the giant oak tree. We ate lunch at the site of an old royal hunting lodge and saw no one else all day. It was enough to dream of for months.