I have begun walking the south west coast path, you could say scouting locations for my final MA project, but no I have begun it properly. Scouting is part of my research, but I consider that I have started. 
On my walk from Maidencombe to Watcombe I have found a beautiful wooded area. I was in these woods when a shower of rain started. It was not heavy, but enough to come through the leaves and create perfect droplets on the leaves. The sound was exquisite and is impossible to describe, which is not good for a writer. It is best summed up by the poem by Walt Whitman. 
“And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,

Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer,

as here translated:

I am the poem of earth…”

Walt Whitman, The Voice of the Rain