You really know you’re out in the country in the middle of winter where I’m currently staying. It’s absolutely amazing how different it all feels to where I stay with someone in the town. There they have loads of street lights, cars hurtling about and lots of transport in general making a noise and smells. Out here in a tiny wee village – well, collection of cottages and various stone barn conversions and a big farm, there is nothing to disturb the wonderful sound of nature. The red kites soar above, making a strangely human whistling sound. I honestly thought it was someone up the road with a dog whistle for ages until my host said it was the birds calling to each other. The only other sound is the odd dog barking now and then – announcing the arrival of the post or a parcel van. Oh, and the sheep this morning, just having been moved from the field up the road.