There is something spiritual about watching animals graze, something ancient and iconic, a part of every human being, no matter where or how they live. One of the beautiful things about Spring is that animals can graze again, it changes and calms, and settles them. Me too.

The first thing I do in the morning is go out and see who is grazing and where. The donkeys were right on the fence post this morning; the best grass is wherever they are, doing what they have been doing for many thousands of years.  No smartphones, power-mad politicians, trolls.

There is no sweeter way to start the day.