Morning drive

Perfect sunshine. I emerge from a shade-dappled avenue of trees and the landscape opens up into fields of green wheat and grass. I catch a glimpse of a strip of pale purple, pull off the road to have a better look. It's a candy-coloured field - maybe this is where they grow the violet sweets they wrap in twists of plastic. I click off the noisy radio and hear a song written for two thrushes and the wind.