Mist rolls across fields above the town of Clun, Shropshire.

A magical sunrise in the Clun Valley, with a gentle mist clinging to the fields. There was a slight chill in the air as the sun rose in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. It was a morning decked out in shades of green, gold and blue, and as I stood in a field above Clun the only sound I could hear was the distant bleating of sheep. One of A.E. Housman’s ‘quietest places under the sun’.