I have this insatiable urge to jump in the car and drive for hours. I just want to be in the country where there's plenty of sky and no mobile reception. It's the best time of year to fall asleep in front of a log fire, to roast lamb for nine hours, play chess, read a book without checking the time and stare at an owl as though seeing one for the first time.
So when I saw Peter Polter's pics I started looking for the car keys. They're so divine, I can almost feel the morning chill and hear the horses. Hot cocoa anyone?
Clockwise from top left: Birds, Old Railway, The Creek and Forest Walk.
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