I just grabbed a couple handfuls of the stuff, really. We were a bit rushed for time, as you probably gathered.

Wales is great for free pullovers and lamb.
And artists and poets rambling in the countryside also. Clearly!

Excellent!

This is terrific. I could ‘see’ so many details of the landscape, and such a strong image of Clive and his love of the place, as he walked along and talked.

It reminds me of a BBC radio series I used to love, where the presenter would accompany a formal or informal group of walkers in a different region every week and talk to them about the landscape, their thoughts on it and why they were walking. This was even better, though – the spontaneity of a genuine connection and interest between two people in conversation.

Just wonderful.

Not just dim, but crazy (see Clive’s comment below). It’s too bad that pheasant wasn’t making noise as we set off. He was, generally speaking, neither shy nor quiet.

True! Hmm, I should’ve consulted with you before writing the intro. “A maverick hen, a crazy ewe and stalking cattle” is a lot more enticing than wittering on about the sense of place in your art.

Well, there was a rambunctious cocker spaniel with a leaping-and-biting problem at the other place I stayed, so Maizy wasn’t quite as a big a shock as you seem to imagine.

Damn, you’re right — what a great podcast episode that would’ve made: a bunch of American poets bumbling around in the dark looking for hedgehogs!