Blue Remembered Hills

A view across the South Downs National Park at dusk.

 

This view reminded me of A E Housman's poem

 

"Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

 

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again."

Done