What recharges me the most?

Okay so I just spent the past ten minutes trying to find an image of the place that recharges me the most. Long story short, when I lived in the mountains we had some land, on that land was a hill. There is specific spot I used to walk up and sit down on, which was the top of the valley looking down over the occasional house below. This is in Wales, so away from all the towns and things, just in the middle of no where.

I sat staring into the distance, the sun raining down on me; warming up my whole body from the chilly breeze that was gently passing by. I can see the mountains, Snowdon, the denbigh plains. Its all green and unspoilt. I can hear the cows in one of the fields next door. A red kite (the bird not the kite) flys above searching the fields below for signs of life it can end. I would sit there for hours, with a book, sometimes music but always at the same spot. I think it started in high school. I sort of wandered up the track to the right of the farm house, up over and up again and just became my happy place. No one around, just the sheep and cows for company. The grass was always such a lovely shade of green, especially when the local farmer came and cut the grass for hay. Sometimes I would go up on the quad bike, others walking. Mostly walking. Oh god at night time it was fantastic. No light pollution and you could see everything. I used to lay there staring at the stars and destroying my brain thinking about how far things are away from us.

I do have a photo. I can’t get to it to show you but the thing that recharges me most is, even if its a glimpse, a photo or memory of that special place. I grew up there for the best part of 15 years. The farm belongs to someone else now so I can’t get there. Not to mention its 100 miles away and no doubt I’d get done for trepass at this time of night. But, yes, I can sit here and close my eyes and instantly feel lifted if I find that place in my minds eye.