Perhaps even a 'Field of Dreams'. I drove to Stratford this morning as again, the Sun began slowly to climb the horizon. Picture perfect yes, but a chilly Minus two as I arrived at work.
Oxford may have its dreaming Spires, but I prefer the ploughed fields of Stratford any time. I can look out of my works windows and behold a wonderful Vista of hedgerows and fields awaiting their crops. I start to think of sunshine, packing 'Purdy' with a hamper and blankets,and lazy Picnics in secluded spots on an English river bank.
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