Looking out my back door I know I am lucky. Beyond the garden all I can see are fields, hedgerows and trees. I can hear the birds singing (and okay if the wind is blowing a certain way I may hear the cars on the main road, but not always). In the damp air, I can smell elderflowers and honeysuckle. And when the sun shines I can see the washing drying on the line and the day-lillies in the flower bed.