This is my third column entry in The Cambs Times and Wisbech Standard, in print today. I have scanned it for you directly from the paper, clicking on the image will enlarge it but in case you still have difficulty with the text size, it reads as follows:
'My life beats along to the sound of birds whistling and the dull drumming of tractors carving their deep grooves into the flat fields. My views span for miles and when the sun sets it creates, what can only be described as, art upon the huge sky that consumes over two thirds of the landscape around me. At night it turns the deepest of blacks and fills with the brightest stars, like diamonds scattered over the finest black silk, the air still...silent....with only the flash of an owls wings for company. There is a true sense of freedom here, no obstructions in view, a place to stretch, to reach, to breathe...to dream! Winter brings with it cutting winds that test the oldest of trees and structures.. As well as ones sanity. The days pass too quickly and, at the same time, the months seem never ending. Darkness shrouds each passing hour and daylight becomes the butterfly you chase but cannot seem to net. A full calendar, a real Summer, Spring, Autumn and Winter where the ground changes, the skies rage and the climate informs you of the earths natural transitions. A place where you can judge the month by the machinery in the fields and the wildlife's activities. On first sight, one may see the fens as nothing more than a palette of brown, blue and green, flat, unattractive...boring? I have had the luxury of being able to look more than once upon this wonderful landscape and with each cast of my eye I find another reason to fall in love with it.'