Transcribed from my notebook:
The escarpment behind/in front of the priory provides shelter and also forms a curved horizon perfect for observing the journey of the sun from east to west
A natural clock
A warm wind
Grey, green, brown
Winter tipping over into spring
A wide expanse of sky
The sound of the wind in the trees
Intermittent scraps of blue sky
A patch of sharp yellowy-green from the willow in the farm garden
How alien I feel in the English countryside yet how I love it
A love of the other
Lambs running across the grass
Is it a kind of sentimentality?
Rootedness, the soil
Where do people belong nowadays?
Is it important to feel that you belong to a certain landscape?
Generations of landowners
The landscape as a repository of memory
Remember, remember the house where I was born
Stones from the priory used to build farmhouse?
A large beam from the priory used as a mantelpiece in the farmhouse said to come originally from a ship
The journeys things and people make across time and place
Something that is no longer physically present having a great resonance
Silence, the wind washing through the trees
The buffeting wind, sudden bright tears in the clouds
A riotous evening at the farm, inside bright lights, laughter, outside darkness, moon, stars
The relationship to light is different in the country
Artificial light suddenly takes on a human aspect signifying warmth, shelter, hospitality
The occasional beam from a passing car
Moonlight and stars
Time measured in a different way
In tune with nature
You notice when the sun goes down, the cold suddenly intensifies.
The horizon, the huge skies full of stars
Shadows scudding across the grass
Tiny specks of colour
Constable, the weight of history
The pull of the earth
The weight of a place
Deep purple-brown trees against china blue skies
How to respond to a landscape/a way of life in a few days?
Not to try too hard making it work