Lucas sat on a fallen log, by the side of a field. The evening sun was casting a reddish glow on the world, promising a glorious day for the morrow. He listened as the thrush sang its final song and watched as the birds headed into the far trees to find roosting places for the night.

In the distance, a familiar figure was growing larger, as Adam walked up the track. In a few minutes Adam would join him, and they would walk on together down to the village, but for now Lucas was enjoying the peace of the countryside.