‘This must be what England is like’, she thought. The green river meadow lay between fertile, rolling hills.
‘Continue ten kilometres,’ the GPS announced with an English accent.
There had been farmers in my family since for centuries, so it was only a matter of time before somebody in my generation went back to the land....
Two hours after getting home, I finally manage to untangle myself from my chocolate Labrador, Rusty.
Retrieving my folding stool from the spare room, grabbing a notepad and calling my dog, I head for the tree by my front gate. This has become base camp on my outdoor writing forays.