One of the stories the landscape tells us is that we've been here for thousands of years, and walking through a field or across the moors is following in the footprints of our forebears.
That was brought home to me a few years ago when I discovered a Roman coin right outside the farmhouse. I'd opened the back door and spotted something by the bootscraper.
When I bent down to retrieve it, I realised it wasn't a 1p as I'd thought. This little remnant of everyday life had been in the soil for nearly 2,000 years and, by chance, today was the day it got stuck to my welly.
