Wild

In the warmth of the prehistoric Arctic summer, long before the ice age, Lady Penelope and I find ourselves nestled in the heart of nature’s untouched beauty. After a day of simple pleasures—splashing in the crystal-clear river, climbing trees, and wandering through the wild, untamed landscape—we settle down on the mountain, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. With delicate hands, Penelope gathers sticks from the nearby forest, building a gentle campfire. As the flames crackle softly, we roast freshly caught fish, its scent filling the air in harmony with the sounds of the natural world around us.

The day has been a journey of connection with the earth, a place where we feel completely free, bare and unburdened by the constraints of civilisation. As we share this meal by the fire, the conversation flows with ease, reflecting on the joys of our day, the soothing touch of water, the strength of the trees we climbed, and the closeness we’ve felt with the primal world. The warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other's company wrap around us like a soft, reassuring embrace, making this moment feel timeless and serene. Together, we are part of the land, and in its gentle embrace, we are completely at peace.