South to the hills

Today I headed southwards and to the hills and very beautiful it was too.
An artist could easily follow the shape of sheep, distant in fields, outlined with bright light upon their backs and shadowed underbellies as they grazed in lines facing towards the sun.
Everything had a clarity and sharpness to it, cleansed and freshened by all the rains of recent times.
I eventually arrived home tired, thirsty and hungry but was glad of the day.