Hi littlestone.

For me, the natural landscape - the heavens/universe gives me a full-on psychic and physical stiff-oh.

I adore the smell of lichen and moss. Rain over the moor. Water in the forest. Water on stone, sun on soil, dry leaves and loam. The humming buzzing vastness and the silent secret small places alike.

And then our ancestors threw some shapes which kind of make sense, if only to the poet or the artist within us.

The archaeologist is the very smaller part form me.

It's the breathing, focusing part I need, and of course the connection to my forbears who smelled, felt and saw the same things as I - only with the luxury of time and proximity unabated.