The blades of grass whisper and sing on the breeze as the sun rises and lights up our day.

And the wind blows. And the hedgerows, erupt in flower and scent. And the butterflies. Brightly and lightly they take us to flowers and let us into their world. And the birds sing, like a thousand choirs in endless beauty. And we watch , as they play in the wind, bask in the sun, bathe in the sand.

Fields full of wild flowers wake up as spring emerges from its winter sleep. Green creeps. And the flowers astound us with their glorious colours. They give nectar to the insects who pass it on. And on. And we feed off the earth that the flowers have shared with us.

From the top of the Downs the sea glistens and beckons. And we swim. We share this magnificent sea, guests in its waves. The sun disappears in a blaze of glory and the moon shines on the wide and welcoming beach. And we swim. And the tides roll with the moon. They wax and they wane. We swim again. At Dawn. And the sun rises to start another day. What a treat, that we, can be, in this wondrous place. Sussex. Our Sussex.