This is the approximate view from my parent's bedroom back at the family home. It's one of my favourite views, made by the juxtaposition of council houses at the end of the garden, and, in the distance, the rolling hills of the South Downs. I often used to stop and gaze at the downs; hills like this were here long before we were, and there is a kind of grace and dignity in that - permanence, a quality perhaps less readily understood in our lives today, where we can, rather like small children, pick up and put things down without thinking.
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