Another moment from the moor this evening. Saxon, my eldest son, is always cuddling his pony. And when he does, his pony stands still and gazes out at the view each time. It’s a special thing to be able to see so far, once we get up there. And it seems the ponies feel this too. I think the effect is similar to that of the sea on one’s soul. A vastness. As wild as one can get in this country. You find yourself being quiet. Not needing to speak. And I think this is a great thing for my little chatterboxes.