At about 3pm today I was sat watching: a pair of stone chats, a pair of linnets, a pair of whitethroats, a willow warbler and a single yellow hammer at a beautiful, magical even, bit of scrubby moorland a bike ride from my home. I could hear the chat chastise me for being near his nest, the whitethroats churred, the the sky was blue, the wind warm and gentle. Bliss.
If that's not enough 'need' or 'want' excess or luxury then either there is something wrong me or with millions of others. Clue; its not me with the problem.
Peter, it's marvellous that you get your contentment from such things, and I wouldn't want to foist a pleasure deemed to be 'commercial' onto you that you didn't find enjoyable.
But I'm sure you'll appreciate that we are all different and all get our metaphorical kicks from different things.
On Friday evening, I went on a motorway for the first time in about 6 weeks. Just before I turned onto the sliproad, I flicked the car into 'sport mode' and floored it, going from 20'ish to 80 in around 5 seconds. I literally smiled at the sensation, the unleashing of the power, the itching of a scratch. I wouldn't expect you for one second to find that anything to get happy about. But as I said, we like different things.
Martin
Home: St Helens (26m asl) Work: Manchester (75m asl)
A TWO addict since 14/12/01
"How can wealth persuade poverty to use its political freedom to keep wealth in power? Here lies the whole art of Conservative politics."
Aneurin Bevan