It occurred to me that I'm often happy but don't realise it. I'm too busy, pressing on to the next thing or worrying about the last one. Now I was content to relax and enjoy each moment as it came, the hedgerows whizzing past, glimpses of countryside, snatches of birdsong. Living - for the moment - in the moment. And that's all it took.
We had a pleasant, hilly walk, a good pub meal, and saw the sunset from the garden of the pub. Then he drove us home. At high speed.