An adventure in the countryside

for those that know me it is no secret that I am a sucker when it comes to being outdoors.
Whether this is running, cycling or just finding ambling about in the summer months it becomes increasingly more of a challenge to get me to come inside, any psychoanalysts out there make that what you will.
So to be based at a paper which is so rural there are normally chickens running about the office, not a quip but there was actually chickens in the office last week, is actually refreshing as it means going out on a job entails endless country lanes and normally a field or two.
This morning was one of those morning, and yes I still have to work bank holidays...
I was asked to go and check out an archaeological dig that was taking place in Four Marks this morning, much to the delight. Though when I told a friend this they retorted, "Who do you think you are, Indiana Jones?", to which I said: "Call me Mr Indie, Short Round." But I digress.
So off I went the intrepid adventurer with whip in hand, easy. I got into my sorry excuse of a car that might decide to give up at any minute and headed off.
I invariably got lost but spent three very happy hours with an excuse to explore some villages and eat some local produce.
I even had to cross a field to try and track down the diggers, I probably shouldn't have been listening to Cream as I was meandering through the countryside as I think it started going to my head.
The Spring breeze was incredibly inviting and as I pulled over at a lay-by with the open road ahead and fields sprawled lazily either side with the incredible colour of the rape seed making me squint as I took my shoes off and crossed the luscious yellow field.


I seem to be more of a sentimentalist then I think I would like to admit and as I was crossing the field I let me hands run through the patches of tall grass and enjoyed the slight scratching of the dry earth beneath my feet.


I never did find the excavation site.