Sunday cricket, old biddies and some not so old, in their whites, playing bowls.
Saturday megariding, Church fetes, cakes and preserves, ices and scones, and tea on the lawn.
Sweet "set aside"meadows, paddocks awash with buttercups, mares with foals, the absolute and unashamed "Englishness" of it all.
The bumble of the bee, i hope, squawking Starling chicks, the song of the storm-cock and so much, so much more.
Maybe i'll feel like posting again.
The dark before the dawn.