It's warm under this soft fleecy blanket, my skin feels like its glowing after the hot shower and my hair wet but refreshing clean wrapped turben style in a towel.
I am curled up on a leather sofa in a little stone cottage tucked into to side of a valley in Snowdonia National Park. My husband is wedged in by my feet, I can feel his body heat through the blanket - he is always so warm!
My feet ache slightly, but pleasantly, after a days walking in the refreshingly cold sunshine that shone down around snow capped peaks. My stomach is satisfyingly full of locally sourced lamb hotpot from a local pub followed by tasty sultana and apple saucepan cake and a cup of hot tea.
Closing my eyes, I can hear the logs crackle and shift on the fire, and my eyelids feel heavy. In the background Birdy's melodies soothe my usually erratic thoughts and I am only left with a simplistic sense of peace.
For me, it is moments like this to be savoured, treasured and remembered as a place for my mind to return and seek a quiet serenity when the world is becoming evermore frantic in it's vain attempts to find this simple delicate bubble of peace that has crept quietly upon me in this secluded little cottage.