It was a crisp November afternoon and the sun was dancing across the hills, at the other side of the valley making them glow -like golden mounds.
The wind was fresh as it whipped the grasses carrying the salty scent of the sea.
I sat back and closed my eyes, running my fingers through the grass beside me and taking in the sweet scent of the rotting vegetation coming from the forest to my left.
I opened my eyes just as the sun began to disappear behind a huge grey cloud and suddenly the air was heavy with the moisture of the impending down pour.