Reading in the Country

Yesterday, feeling a little claustrophobic, I had to get away from the flats and I walked about six miles out into the country to do some reading. I happened upon the abandoned ruins of some old building, maybe a church. I need to do some research to see if I can't figure out what it was. There was nobody but the cows around for miles and I did my reading there until the sound of the wind against the old walls got too spooky

I have to be very careful about the English landscape; it's beautiful in the most melancholy kind of way, making it all to easy for me to indulge in being a sad bastard. I don't want to come home more morbid than when I left.