In the red grass

      Waist deep in grass and flowers with a Jack Russell tunnelling through the undergrowth beside you. Then you stop and go arse over tit when she gets between your feet deep down in the jungle, it's so thick down there she doesn't even spot the farmers cat making its getaway. Or maybe she's conserving energy, unlike me.
      This strange grass is at eye level and looks pretty psychedelic man.
      I think I'll just lie down and stare at the sky and the grass for a while.
      Ooh look, there's an aeroplane, cool man.
      Far out or what?