There are pros and cons to living in the middle of a load of fields. Being a hayfever sufferer life around June gets a little tougher, as the eyes, nose, throat and lungs seem to be in a seemingly constant state of at least mild drama. But if you can live with that, which you must, then the fields are good. Good for the soul. I spent a lot of time in London and Bristol when I was in my early twenties, whilst bobbling around with my first band and doing uni stuff but I never really liked city life as I found it dirty and crowded with people desperately searching for something more. More is fine; it keeps us from becoming stagnant, but it also stops us from taking the time to slow down and ‘smell the roses’. Living in a field enables me to do this. Quite literally, as at the time of writing wild roses are clambering all over and through the hedgerows – providing valuable nectar for all sorts of creepy crawlies. Bugs are ok really – they remind me of the fundamentals of life and of how much happier I am here in the fields, than I ever was chasing hollow dreams in the city.