Richard Williamson, Country Life.
Mirrors a mile wide sometimes set in the meadows of the Arun Valley. You can stand near the Sportsman's Inn on the road out of Amberley towards Parham and look down at the sky. White clouds float upside down beneath you, the mirror becomes blue and the reflection is from ancient mercury, bubbled and peeling grey.
Across this scape, tiny white birds which are swans a mile away seem like specks of dust on the glass, glinting in the sun. Then there are little black flecks which are moorhens, a few cracks which are submerged ditches running away from you, then you begin to notice how the mirror has ornate edges of oak woods and downland that tumbles carelessly onto the surface in steep little cliffs of chalk.
For the remainder of this feature, see West Sussex Gazette March 2.