I sketched this early this morning before the heat became hotter. I’d heard there were bales in a field nearby, but they had already been collected and taken away. This is the view passing from one field into another, the edge being a footpath leading to yet another field and so on. Some days one can walk for miles without meeting anyone, other times it seems the whole world is out walking their dogs. Or running. This morning it was pretty much deserted except for the flies.