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If you stand on the other side of the mound where we live you see these rows of escarpments; ridges of earth and rock that were pushed southwards during the last ice age.  They extend all the way to the horizon.  It’s the kind of thing one normally can only see from an aeroplane.   Standing on the ground here, in the middle distance I can see fragments of our local town behind the dark avenue of chestnut trees.  With the sunset and the snow it looks like the sort of landscape a Flemish painter might have invented five-hundred years ago.  It needs angels and peasants.