It is a glorious spring morning and you are strolling carefree across a meadow. A zephyr plays tricks with the seed laden heads of the grasses. As the grasses wave they reveal a myriad of tiny multicoloured wild flowers that are blooming below. You lie down and are embraced by the grass and amidst the flowers, accepted by a benevolent nature.

Although you are completely hidden by the tall grass, the slope on the meadow means that you can still see the rural vista spread out before you. It is a living version of a Constable painting of the old English rural countryside. There is small river winding its leisurely way through the slightly undulating paddocks and a small farmlet, which is far enough away that the grimy details of farm life are invisible and the romantic ideal remains.

A large eagle rides a thermal current, it’s wings stationary as it glides in a lazy spiral ever vigilant for an inattentive rodent with which to feed its …. ring ring ….. ring ring – damn I forgot to switch the office phone through to message bank again. Oh well I might answer it.

“Yes I know we are late.”

“I can contact dispatch and find out the status and get back to you”

“Of course I don’t take you for an idiot”

“I promise. I will get straight onto them and ring you right back”

“Speak to you shortly”

Now where was I? Ah yes that eagle……