...sometimes like to take my satchel, put on some soft shoes and go out into the woods and meadows for a day. This is especially enjoyable on weekdays when there is no one else about.
(With me I take some book of verse or myth [last time e.g. From Ritual to Romance by Jessie L. Weston], small-folded paper and pen, a Swiss knife and a storm-proof cigarette-lighter, and other small items that are too prosaic to mention. For drink in ones flask, I’d recommend on this occasion either an old cognac, or (my preference) a mellower single malt, maybe a Knockando with a warm nut-and-berry-bouquet, an elegant, smooth Glenrothes or an elusive Rosebank.)