Technology Interrupted by Nature Once again I am on a fast moving train. This time cutting through a green English countryside, so early in the morning that dogs and sheep and cattle have yet to be set loose for the day. The sun is up, but barely, just enough to illuminate the mists, as they begin to lift the night’s white blanket from these meadows and woods, probably filled with hazel and oak. Mists have always done this housekeeping chore, the pulling back the covers awakening the grass with a wet slap, even before fast moving trains and powerlines invaded the paddock. Mists did this refreshing the wild and the not so wild long before flocks were herded by dogs, long before technology or ancient creatures crawled through these hills. WIFI? ( on the EuroStar 2019) ....................................... Upon the high-speed train I take no chance of losing my words. I scribble notes with blunted pencil lead ...