The sun’s great orange disc was well above the horizon and my lengthening shadow diminished as it stretched far across the meadow.  The bucolic landscape here has a great attraction, with dense hedgerows and irregular fields framed by precipitous peaks, where its people contain the quality of the place. As I took my distance again and ambled over the long hummocky fields, I spied a fluffle of baby rabbits feeding and frolicking. I couldn’t help feeling a delicious shiver of excitement as I spotted the white flash of their scuts as they quickly disappeared beneath the tangled hedgerows, where the green of brambles and nettles was well advanced.