Lavender gives way to rosemary on the high fields on Rosie’s farm. The grey blue and mauve clouds made a picturesque background for the profuse blue blossoms. Malachi and Inca foraged in the undergrowth, scaring a few rabbits and setting several pheasants into flight; the dogs, like me, also enjoyed a few blackberries, more for the novelty than the taste (they are a bit past it really). And after a long spell of frolics and breathing in the aromatic air we completed a large circle by walking home via the lane and the lower path. We didn’t speak much on the way home – I expect we were still thinking how beautiful it had been up on the top fields.