Idyllic places

SueDonim

Caramme your idyll is my nightmare! . We once spent a very hot Sunday in the area you describe and got bitten to pieces by midgies. I stopped counting when I got to thirty three bites and started swallowing antihistamines instead.

Gosh, yes, I had forgotten about the midges though they’ve definitely had their share of my blood. I don’t think they can have been an issue on that day. Perhaps it was late summer,. So long ago I can’t recall.

idyllic, a beach on a remote Greek island (like Fourni), hot sun, calm sea and a glass of ouzo.

Hell on earth, Las Vegas, we didn't even stop the car, just drove through it.

My nightmare is anywhere with a load of flashing lights and fruit machines, like descending into Hades as far as I'm concerned. I remember picking my kids up from parties when they were youngsters at such ghastly places full of devil machines. I think if I had to spend any longer than the 5 minutes it took to grab them and offer swift thanks to whoever was hosting, I'd go stark raving mad! Not too keen on shopping malls these days either, which I would have loved back in my youth, I'd throw all day at such at sustained retail therapy, Now, not therapy at all, in and out

An idyll can be anywhere tranquil, I feel fortunate to be surrounded by beautiful places where I live now countryside is glorious, we went down to the coast a mere 15 miles or so away on Monday driving through chocolate box fields and villages. We found a nice beach, grassy area for picnics, even better lovely beach side cafe doing scrumptious food, we only had a coffee but sat on their outside terrace practically on the beach, where we sat for quite a while appreciating the turquoise sea shimmering in the sun. Yesterday we had to go up to where we used to live and again had a lovely walk, something we did a lot during lockdown, wandering through parts of Bushy Park, every where looking so green and verdant, trees, with shafts of light shining through and such beautiful flowers. I think with age possibly one gets a heightened sense of the natural world.

On a canoe in Raratonga drifting along. Warm, turquoise water, lots of fish. That’s where we were just as the nightmare of Covid was unfolding everywhere else. I will never forget it. What a contrast with the long, miserable faces when we got back.
Nightmare place is Manchester airport baggage check in.

Caramme your idyll is my nightmare! . We once spent a very hot Sunday in the area you describe and got bitten to pieces by midgies. I stopped counting when I got to thirty three bites and started swallowing antihistamines instead.

My own back garden on a pleasant summer’s day, the birds singing, me sitting reading a good book.

A noisy crowded pub on a Saturday night would be my idea of hell.

It could be the same place - the perfect place in winter, or in the middle of the night (alone or with family/dear friends) can be a nightmare on a summer day when full of tourists.

Walking in the Alps in Switzerland on a sunny warm day is my ideal.
Being anywhere very crowded is a nightmare for me.

Sitting on the shingle beach of the town where I was born looking across the sea to the Scottish mountain at sunset.Perfect.
The worst would be to wake up and find we had not moved on DH's retirement, big city crowds nowhere to escape.

So many places. Milford Sound, yes we were on a cruise, but it was gorgeous beyond words. The Norwegian fiords are beautiful. Looking across the fiord In Montenegro, from Kotor, it’s like a picture of heaven. So many beautiful places.

Nightmare places would be a football match, or somewhere like Glastonbury festival.

Idyllic - a deserted beach either right here in Scotland or in Turkey, just sitting by the waves and relaxing.
Nightmare - either a cruise or somewhere like Las Vegas.

I would hate to be at a football game with over-exuberant fans.
I would love to be in the OuterHebrides with sea,sand and magnificent unspoilt views.

Nightmare place, stuck in a cinema with excited women watching Mamma Mia, the film…
Dream place, taking the steam train across the Isle of Man on a summer’s day.

My nightmare place would be somewhere like the Glastonbury Festival. I doubt if I'd have enjoyed it even when I was young. Your dream place, Caramme, sounds perfect for me too. I also love small rocky coves where I can paddle in warm water listening to the sound of the gentle waves. Ideally I'd like a little rowing boat where I could potter around until the sun went down in midsummer. Bliss.