I wandered much further than the bits of this area I'd explored before, and the whole place is beautiful, just little woods of mostly quite small oaks, birches and beeches, bilberries (I think) underfoot, and wild garlic and bluebells as far as the eye can see - alternating with meadows, little lanes winding between farmsteads, tiny streams, marshy areas. I actually picked a bunch of wild garlic and brought it home with some vague idea of making it into pesto. (Did I mention this was the most middle-class trip report ever?)
The trees framing the sun give the impression of being the pillars in some great cathedral. Closing my eyes intensified the impression, and it's all golden motes, drifting endlessly upwards, the sun filtered through leaves as if through a huge rose window.
I eventually put some music on. Devin Townsend's Infinity, probably no-one else's cup of tea here, but it just sounds fucking great, like I don't even have words for how lush and full it sounds. I realize there are intricacies in the music I've never fully appreciated before.
Anyway I got home and found myself pretty famished, so I piled head first into some bread and cheese. It's funny, something I've noticed before actually on mushrooms, is that no matter how hungry I get while tripping I never crave meat. I can see why psychedelics are conducive to a vegetarian culture (like the old joke about how, if you'd taken as much acid as Paul McCartney had, you wouldn't eat anything that once had a face, either). It also reminds me of how it's common in premodern cultures where drugs are used in this way for participants not to eat meat or eggs for a few days beforehand, and usually to abstain from sex, too.
Turned on the radio and there's some astonishing orchestral jazz, the sort of thing that really warrants the word 'cosmic', from Linda May Han Oh. Pretty good synchronicity, I thought. Jan Gabarek on sax follows, which is great too. Should definitely listen out for more of this stuff.
Drank some cider, because there's nothing wrong with a couple of pints when you're coming down off the peak, and lay in the bath - reading the Wake! Pretty much perfectly conducive. It's been several hours now where I'm in that warm comfortable phase that feels a lot like an MDMA high only without any of the speediness, jaw clenching and so on. Think I'll sleep well tonight.