I don't know what to call this post

I got restless earlier this evening, as is my wont, so took off round the village on my bike for an hour and a half. Not much changes. The tourists have arrived in their droves and have displayed their boats in the marina to prove it. I hate boats. More precisely I hate the attitude that comes with most of the people that own them. And by boats I don't mean Swallows and Amazon dinghies, I mean the gin palaces and penis substitutes that permeate the creeks around here every summer (that paints a pretty metaphorical picture in my head, how about yours?!). Thinking about it, I'm feeling quite restless to get out of this place altogether. But to where?

I was reading a book on motivation the other day; as an exercise you're asked to imagine your perfect day. In my perfect day I wake up early in remote mountains somewhere, go for a stomp in them thar hills (amazing of course) before retuning to my beautiful, light filled (large) studio where I spend the rest of the day making masterpieces. I won't divulge what happens at the end of the day for fear of complete ridicule, but obviously I'm already fulfilling part of the fantasy and whip off masterpieces at the drop of a hat. The rest of it though seems sadly lacking. Especially the mountain part. Anyway, the point is that maybe I should head for some mountains somewhere; there certainly aren't any around here... Maybe what I need is that gap year I never had?