I love mountains and I wish there were some in Cambridgeshire. Instead, it has flinty and chalky fields that are desiccated by the wind. In mid-winter, when a grey sky touches the grey fields, they can be so bleak that even some lunar landscapes will look lively in comparison. To document this extraordinary expression of bleakness, I went in early February to the fields alongside the old Roman road near Wandlebury. Imagine my disappointment when I saw that I was too late and that many of the fields were covered by a green fuzz. But I thought I’d share the results anyway. It's no longer the story of a moribund patient but of a miraculous recovery beyond all expectation and hope.