A stone on top of a hill with a 360-degree panorama is where I’m sat.

Swivelling around you see a mosaic built up of towns and villages interspersed with fields.

Roads cut through joining everything up like a dot-to-dot puzzle, outlining the mosaic into segments.

From a distance the grey urbanised areas contrast with the brightness of the fields.

Looking closer at the urbanised area sees that the greyness is a mash of individual colours, none distinct, and only marked as an overall segment.

Whereas the fields are a mass of uniformity of colour and texture with their segments marked with hedgerows of many different types and hues.

The ground undulates into hills and valleys contorting the landscape fields and towns.

Nothing can be seen within the urban areas, the fields seem to be awash with livestock and crops, the crops swaying with the wind and the livestock just amiably grazing.

The sky is chequered with the trails of aircraft, their fuselage glistening in the brightness of the sun.

The birds share the sky but leave no trail as their flight path undulates to match the landscape.

Clouds mask and hide the aircraft but create a background to silhouette the birds

Different sounds come through on the breeze, the jets roar and the cars hum, both contrast the sound of nature as the breeze rustles the trees and the birds perform their song.

A scent is brought on the breeze, sweet and soft, too far away from spoils of humans to be tainted.

To breathe in and absorb the whole visual aspect rich in colour and smell, before stepping back down to the urbanisation.

Maybe its time to re-look at the urban areas in the detail given to nature and try to appreciate its own atmosphere.

But that is for another day.