"It is an early summer morning. I am camping with my kids on a beach. It’s a stretch we consider our own. Quite desolated in a primordial kind of way. The trees are reaching almost to the water’s edge, ramsons are growing up the slope nearby. Wakening up, I wonder if the sun is rising. The birds are about to waken. I get out of the tent. Heavy clouds are scattered on the dark sky.