While I can easily jump in my car and drive through farmland I rarely, if ever, reach the countryside of my dreams.
Mostly I drive to some fixed destination where I can go for walks along pathways ordained by some authority or another. These destinations are either bushland reserves, coastal parks or Botanic Gardens. While these places inspire and nourish me I never actually get to where I can amble, carefree and untrammeled, through drifts of wildflowers.
The countryside remains a dreamlike place constructed from novels I have read and images I have seen.