As a hypnotherapist I invite my clients to go to a special place while in trance. 90% of clients will choose somewhere in nature, a beach or woodland path. This morning began with a twenty minute hill climb with spectacular views. A quick rest to listen to the abundant birds singing in the hedgerows. Carpeted on a clearing before the darkness of the woods we knelt to pick wild mint and thyme. Squeezing the herbs and taking in the mixed heady fragrance was heavenly. The woods beckoned. Black shiny octopus tentacles splayed out of the mighty millenial yew trees. Imagined them awakening and walking Tolkenesque at night. Verdent and splendid the oaks and beech guided us to a descending path to enjoy the larches. The smells of leafy hummus mixed with the new born leaves and unfirling bracken lifted the spirits further. Humid changed to fresh as the mists amongst the trees began to retreat and the sun sent dappled shadows on the path ahead. In such a good mood. That was a joyus, mindful walk.