Where you are is not so bad though, all things considered? I was myself sitting in my garden, in the sunshine, feeling somewhat trapped by these lockdown days; then I looked to the sky and the hills, felt the clean breeze on my face, and thought "Well, isn't this a fine prison!"
You are right, Andrew. It's somehow like with the cherries in neighbour's garden. If where I am were a prison, I'd to call it fine, too.
To sit it nature wherever we are uplifts the spirit :-)