Evening walk

Escaping the heat of the day, we walked in the dusk. First the smell of warm tarmac brought back memories of my suburban youth, when we always seemed to be out in the street on summer nights, drifting to pubs or parties. Then, as we reached the freshly mown hay-fields of Thorpe Hall, the scent of baked earth and cut grass provided an instant burst of countryside. Rabbits hopped around us, seemingly knowing that Rosie no longer had an appetite for chasing them. We hardly saw anyone else - everybody seemed to be ensconced indoors, glued to their various screens. They don't know what they were missing.