These pictures are from the little wooden house I lived in during the summer in Lofoten two years ago. It was so peaceful out there. No electricity. No water. Flowers and blueberries. Mountains and trees. When you went up the hill, that you can se behind me on the first photo, you could see sooo far away, and it was completely quiet (if it was a day without wind).
Then you could sit on a tiny rock just on the edge of the mountain and you knew that no one could find you up there. Here is a picture from an older post where I'm up in one of those spots. During summer I have spots all around where I live now too, places I go and take selfportraits or what know - where I know that no one would ever look for me. I do however think that I've shown my sister a place or two... just incase I would go missing and then who would know what bush to look in? Now during winter however... I don't have a single place like that.
What I love about finding special places during summer is that it could mean that you find berries that no one picks or tiny rabbits that no one pokes.