Unusual for winter, cows get to sample fresh air outside barns; barren fields await the gentle caresses of spring sunshine; then the rise and fall wail of a police siren shatters the tranquility, and in the distance, a hovering black helicopter becomes a harbinger of the return to urbanity
I love the way you build up the rural idyll and then break it down again.
Thank you, Helen. It’s how it was, too. No idea what was going on – it’s rare to have so much police activity around here.