Blue Remembered Hills

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

A.E. Housman

A bit serious for what was just a walk on a sunny day. Later that night we watched Grayson Perry's Art Club on Channel 4. It almost made me want to draw something other than my pension...