I walk in all weathers and always carry a camera. I like to record what I see and the changes I notice even if the conditions are not always favorable, as on this occasion. This March day on Charlton Down was marked by hazy sun, cold wind, and the merest hint of spring. Ploughed fields were white with chalk and flint nodules. Short shoots sprouted from the furrows. Sugar beet greened some fields. Trees bare but for lichen cast weak shadows on the turned soil, while neat laid hedges divided the vista. Farms and barns topped the horizons. Rusting agricultural equipment stood isolated along the pathways. A rolling misty landscape of intersecting curves surrounded my hill-top village.