There’s a special quality to well-nibbled downlands: spare, large-skied, austere, undemonstrative, aloof. This afternoon the sun came out and I was craving for the chalk.
It was chill and breezy as I climbed the trackway. Most years the ruts would be hard and white; this year they are green and slick from the skim of algae growing on the surface:
Soon the sun was dropping and my shadow stretched away. The greens dimmed and darkened:
The sunset was before me as I walked down:
Aloof and undemonstrative, yes, but the chalk is also uniquely gracious.