Once you are there in the hills I hope you sense the same as myself. The shapes of the folding and undulating hills and Downs are the same as millennia before. You might feel too, if they were nearby on the hillside leaning on spades and hoes, you could freely go over to join in conversation with the makers from centuries ago, to ask how it’s going, how much longer, good luck. A chance to chew the cud on the grass terraced hillside. I hope also you might sense, in the choice of artwork in this book, the continuum from artists. A curiosity and feel for the deep relationship of horse, man, woman, and nature, within the English landscape.