I walk in splendid isolation along the tops of  
My south country hills
As usual the Mollie dog at my side
The lashing rain has kept  all but the most intrepid
Sitting in the  cosy warmth of their homes
They're happy to breath warm stale air
But what I'm breathing is cold and fresh
To my right the tourist traps of  Brighton and Worthing
To my left the beautiful expance of the Sussex Weald
Would I want to be somewhere else?
NO