Between.

This morning, caught high on the ridge between two valleys, I stood and looked across the expansive landscape, the fields now bare and awaiting the plough, the huge rolling skies almost reaching down to touch the landscape. I’d like to say it was as serene as it was breathtaking but being right on the side of a very busy route through the county meant that it was less than silent.

Looking east the landscape unfolded across huge fields that, until recently, had been full of the wheat crop, the tall stems swaying with the wind as it played across the undulating landscape, all gone now, safely gathered in before the rains begin to set in with any regularity. Looking west the land still rises slightly before cresting and tumbling down towards Cerne Abbas, famous for it’s less than scantily clad chalk giant. Despite driving the road to Dorchester a good number of time this morning was the first time I’d been able to stop and photograph it. It’s a majestic viewpoint indeed.

This morning’s ride out afforded me huge skies, hills and valleys, a couple of deer silhouetted against the skyline in a field full of straw bales, a buzzard wheeling over the meadows near sleepy Piddle Trenthide and, despite the clouds in the photo, a surprising amount of sunshine to go with the stiff breeze that was blowing. All in all, a very pleasant morning in the glorious countryside caught high on a ridge between the rolling countryside and the rolling clouds.