Standing in a farmer's field on a sunny Sunday morning I can see in the distance, picked out in white against a vivid blue sky, the iconic cooling towers of a nearby power station; they must be two or three miles away. I know I'm relatively close to the busy M1 motorway and directly beneath the flight path of East Midlands Airport, but I can't hear a sound; save for a couple of noisy magpies chewing the fat. And then hooves on tarmac as a pony and trap canters by, keeping tight to the edge of the road, almost hugging the hedgerow. Where are they headed? The next village along, probably. And for that brief moment I'm lost in time. I've only come to take some photographs and get some sun on my back. I think I'll go back next Sunday; take a flask and some sandwiches & stay a while longer.