As the sun slowly rises over the horizon, its light reveals a checkerboard of plowed fields on the hills ahead, low-growing hedges framing each individual one. Small plants grow in several of the fields, while in others the fertile soil awaits to be seeded. In nearby meadows, lambs bound and frolic about as herds of sheep are let out of sheds to graze on the fresh green grass, their woolen coats recently shorn. Thin white columns of smoke rise from the chimneys of the thatched roof cottages that sit in between the pastures and the cropland. You find it hard to believe that this serene village could possibly be beset by anything.
