A place for contemplation

Walking out of the door and up into the fields as I do most days I can vary the route and scramble through brambles and over the stream to reach this small triangle of pasture. It doesn't look much but imagine it in the summer when it's dry. It's is a wondrously peaceful place with a steep hill in front of it, not overlooked unless farmers are specifically looking for cattle or sheep there. I go there to just be, sometimes. Today it was just for the pleasure of the scramble.

The view is taken from the route out.