I stood on the roadside verge and looked at my surroundings, breathed it all in; and saw the splendour of it all.
This land, ancient and unchanging, worked by generations of farmers, grazed by untold numbers of sheep and cattle.
Boundary hedgerows providing food for birds and shelter for wild animals; home for fox, badger and rabbit who dig beneath its roots.
Hawks and buzzards cruising the skies, rising and circling high in the thermals, with one eye looking for their next meal.
Centuries old trees, oak and ash, in full leaf, where birds nest and home to a myriad of insects who tunnel and bore.
The patchwork of fields providing hay for winter feed; wild flowers and seeding grasses, food for bee and butterfly.