Dry stone walls, open fields, meadowsweet, distant hedges and even a horse grazing at pasture.
Even on a misty day, the green fields, hedgerows and stone buildings show their Englishness.
This is my England: the North, where I grew up and spent the first 21 years of my life, on one side of the Pennines or the other.
View taken at random through the car window as my sister drove us down country lanes.
These scenes soothe my soul. I have come home.