It's reassuring to know that even on a day when I'm not seeking it, it's still there, this place. Reassuring on one level (in the sense that the place isn't going to go away), but on another rather dispiriting; there's a sense that I can only ever be a fleeting visitor. No matter how often I go looking, or how long I spend whilst I'm there, my attempts to experience it in its entirety can only ever be partial. Take today: my thoughts had largely been on other matters, my activities focussed on other tasks; whenever I did try to consider what it is I might be looking for, or how I might go about trying to find it, my reflections remained at a distance, somehow disconnected.

I can't always be there. This image of the nearby field was as close as I got today.