Derbyshire - somewhere north of Youlgrave and south of Lathkill Dale. First cows grazing with calves nearby. Then the cloud-shadowed landscape of walls, fields and hills.
A lark ascended as I crossed a wheat field. Beech trees were in constant conversation with the wind. The meadow-grass shone and the fields blazed with a million dandelions so that their horizons crested yellow. A man told me that their proliferation might be on account of the dry spring. Dandelion roots go deeper than most.