I tried to use words that were dealing with the emotional quality that any human being could recognize in the way that they felt about their country. It's to do with the world we live in. That world is a brutal one and full of war. It's also full of many wonderful things and love and hope.
I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are and they are beautiful.
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing though chilled to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.
The English light is so very subtle so very soft and misty that the architecture responded with great delicacy of detail.