The morning was cool and fresh, the ground still damp from the rain, the night before. Once again we stopped and look at the gentle curves of the Downs: a farmer had recently cut the hay, crows were surveying the valley, in philosophical and not too assertive flight.
In some fields poppies peppered the wheat, no excessive chemicals here, this is man and nature attempting to reconcile themselves. I was following your silent steps, both of us deep in thought.
Why should we leave all this, for a summer in the city?