To say the homestead is well-ventilated is to put it mildly. Two steps out the front door, however, and it is a different world – the air, the scents and smells (livestock notwithstanding). Maybe it’s fanciful to believe air quality adds years to a life but it has to be better than living in the city. Reckon I could smoke twenty fags/day and still come out on top. Aside from a distant hum from the A38 all I can hear are birds…and the Chinook, obviously, along with the military transport. I have no idea what the latter is but it dwarfs a Hercules.