Ooooh, beautiful. You transport me to this scene with your usual skill and make me yearn to be anywhere but the Fens.

I can feel the breeze, I can smell the air, I can even taste the water in the little plastic bottle.

Brilliant.

Slightly pessimistic tone in the last sentence, though…

Agreed – this takes me to any one of a million walks to beautiful places, only to have the clouds come down, or the site to be covered in coach parties, or to have forgotten my camera! (and yes, what is it about water on hiking trips always tasting of plastic?)