Asley’s farm

Back in 2014 we visited a friend on his farm. Maybe not his farm. But he was staying there.
We drove around in the Ute, looked at piles of wood, roamed a forest finding mushrooms and florets of light sparkling on the forest floor.
The next day there was a chill in the valley. The fog had pulled a blanket of silence over everything. We had porridge that had been cooking for an hour on a low heat and it tasted wonderful.
This is just a memory I had. Its lovely remembering a moment where so much happened and yet nothing happened.