My parents' allotment has featured quite a few times in my blog already, for instance here.
On the day described in that entry, I went out for a walk in between the coffee & elderflower fries and dinner & strawberry punch.
The area around the allotment is hilly and very green; there are woods and fields and a tiny village that looks as if it came straight out of a picture book.
Sometimes, I walk there for an hour or more without seeing anybody else, and I enjoy the solitude, peace and quiet for a while before I want the company of others again, their laughter and talk, their affection and attention.
Here are some pictures I took during that walk. I especially like this one with the "wave" pattern in various shades of green:
The picture book village:
Paths that lend themselves to peaceful and quiet walking & thinking but would be nice for a good run, too:
A close-up of one of many fields of rye - it looks beautiful when it gets moved about by the wind, like the ripples on the surface of a lake: