Poetry in the Landscape. In the fields. A sunny day at the end of winter. A wonderful moment to reflect and to look forward: and to walk out onto the local lands, which I’ve known now for seven years. These are the local lands, chiefly dedicated to farmers: for local people who keep bees; grow potatoes; keep cattle; occasional horses; and sometimes have these little huts in the middle of the countryside where they can spend a few nights or even longer.