Wait for bus Bus doesn't come Give up waiting Walk away from bus stop Uphill through interminable housing estate Over first stile. Four horses galloping Rain stops. Hot Path skirts hilltop establishment encircled with razor wire and chainlink fencing Warning CCTV In Operation Derelict house in middle of field Roofless. Ivy-covered Windows smashed or bricked-up with grey breeze-blocks Echoing shouts seem to come from it Downhill steeply Mud. Barbed wire and brambles. Slippery Still very high up. A buzzard flies below me No wind. Crows chatter in the woods Sun comes out Cut a walking stick from a hazel copse Easier on the muddy slope Down into a valley over a stream Chickens and ducks pecking about Muddy field below an old church Water gurgling and pouring A sheep bleats in the distance The ducks are watching me They've alerted some geese They stare at me Suspiciously? I know. I shouldn't be here Old stony cart-track between hedges alive with birds bursting out as I approach Old-mans-beard garlanded with red berries Something has changed. Evening is pulling down the sun Walk back up to the hills Stalk about in a lumped field covering an old village Traffic noise carrying easily in the stillness A plaque tells me that hundreds of people died here fighting each other Three hundred and sixty years ago Suddenly it turns very cold Warning Security Guards On Patrol Cow field. Smell of hay and cow shit Muddy track down into valley