The English countryside is to me quite sublime. Coming from London to Dorset as a child was fantastic. My favourite month is May but there is nothing quite like the landscape of Wessex on a warm Summers evening. The light is golden and the shadows long. Back lit meadows and ancient hedgerows whisper of a millennia of harvests. Red moons and gold suns appear like old friends, comforting and familiar. Sitting in the realm of the Hare and the Badger bathed in golden hues one can consider one Blessed.