Find a picture postcard cottage. Walk lots. Pick from hedgerows. Find vintage vases. Fill them. And realise you’re missing the flowers already.
Walk some more. Rise early, and try not to be too freaked out by the herd of cows in the next field. Read lots. Increase one’s knowledge on Pembrokeshire backed chairs. Shoot on film.
And just in case you consider all this a little too twee? Envisage a florist trapped on a winding country road by a giant tractor. Having to reverse (never a strong point) while the dog vomits onto the handbrake. There, all illusions of wonder shattered in one fell swoop.