Ah, Derbyshire, home of Jane Austen fantasies and, more importantly, my Smedley ancestors. They’re from Sawley which is the tiniest village ever. This is the Peak District. (wikipedia)
[Video: A man is mowing a field with a scythe. He sweeps the scythe along the ground, pushing the cut grass to his left side as he slowly shuffles forward. Midway through he stands the scythe on end and wipes off the blade with a handful of cut grass before honing it with the whetstone he had at his belt. Under the sound of the scythe there’s crickets chirping and birdsong. end id]
As the sun sets I hear you’re soft voice murmuring my name. From a distance I feel you’re soft kisses from the breeze as it caressing my silky skin. Ravaging me so I can feel you’re lips kissing me everso gently. Subdued deeply within the floral aromas of our undying love♡
