There's something about being by water that I find very restful and calming. (I am sure Freudians would say it has something to do with being back in the womb.) If ever I have troubles on my mind, a walk by a river, a lake or the sea seems to put them in perspective and I can breathe freely again. When my father and then Greg died, a walk with the dog around the lake in my local park used to help no end. I love to hear the sound of water lapping against the shore of a lake, water rippling over stones in the river, or the waves pounding over shingle on the beach.
After my recent fiasco with the roof problem, I was very much in need of some therapy and a week at my mother's by the sea was all I needed. Of course I was busy doing her garden and other chores in the pouring rain, but there were also some nice days to take in the sea air and relax.