A Clear Day at Box Hill, and Everything Just Felt Right
It wasn’t a big adventure. No hiking boots, no agenda—just a Saturday morning with clear skies and the quiet urge to walk.
Box Hill had been on my mind for months. I took the train from London Waterloo, got off at Box Hill & Westhumble, and followed the signs toward the circular trail. No apps, no GPS—just a well-marked path and an easy pace.
Somewhere near the ridge, the view opened up. Green fields, rooftops in the distance, dogs running free. I stood there for a while, not because I was tired, but because the stillness felt good. Sometimes, when you give yourself space to wander, everything softens.
I carried light. Just water, a sandwich, and my go-to bag—nothing fancy, just something that’s always with me and never in the way. A little waterproof, a little rugged, and completely unbothered by where I drop it.
I looped back to Rykas Café for a coffee before heading home. I didn’t check my phone until I got back to the station.
Not everything has to be a story. But this one stuck with me.
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