Edward Thomas's 'The South Country' is what I am currently reading. Written at the beginning of the 20th century, it is a collection of thoughts and observations by the author as he wandered the downs, often in a state of melancholy. What both of these men (plus Macfarlane) have done is to deepen my absolute devotion to the southern chalklands. My wandering of the Surrey North Downs is of a weekly nature, but I have knowledge of parts of Wiltshire, close to my families ancestral home of All Cannings and Bishop Cannings (they were pot men and farm hands by the way, not Lords of the Manor!) I like to think that my love of these open vistas have been handed down to me by these people, although they left for London at the end of the 19th century.
I do have an urge to do more with my 'chalk time' than observe and record the wildlife. Produce art? I don't know. But there is something deeper within than just counting orchids and watching the Buzzards. I'm hoping that it will soon come to the surface.