Pull on your wellies and slip on your wax jacket - even this time of year you cannot escape the elements - and let me take you for a walk around some of our kentish countryside.
Not normally associated with the place where I live, but can you believe that within fifteen minutes drive you can be in some of the most beautiful countryside this county has to offer.
Cornfields filled with bright red poppies interspersed among swaying ears all laden with seeds.
Country lanes all twisting and winding, trees growing, curling, over and around forming tunnel like passages for vehicles to pass along.
Almost wild like with tiny animals scurrying from one side to another trying to reach safety as quickly as possible sometimes calling or screeching out to one another, but mostly in silence darting between the foliage.
Nature is left - mainly - to grow how she wishes, though some intervention is notable every now and again with the odd pot hole filled with muddy water or tractor marks cutting grooves along country paths.
The odd piece of farm equipment abandon whilst it's owner pops off for a spot of lunch or a crafty cup of tea.
Though nature always finds a way with chamomile springing up along these country paths with thistles, cow parsley and even now blackberries getting ready to ripen and a thousand buddliea seeds that have scattered and popped.
I love the countryside - I would live here if I could. But family commitments, school ties and of course the best of friends all keep me rooted to where I am........for the moment.
So for now I just visit whenever I can. To have the best of both worlds I guess, but one day I will have to choose.
Not for now though and not today - for now I shall just keep pulling my wellies on and dream of living in the countryside.......one day.