The Importance of a Good Pair of Boots Should not be Underestimated

Perhaps I ought clarify the photograph below: artistic compost. A representation, in very many ways, of my earnest but foible-filled attempts at living ethically.

Have had a day full of sloe-picking, dog-walking, mushroom-examination, village-pub-going, beautiful-autumn-day-watching gloriousness. It’s quite possible that one of the things that would make me happiest in life would be to be out here—where I seem to be both deeply happy and fabulously productive and inspired—with a pair of good solid rubber boots and a huge ratty old jumper, and to go for long aimless walks through the countryside with good company.