As we walk under a brilliant winter sky of clear blue along the fields of ploughed red-brown earth, we could be mistaken for a West Bank version of Last of the Summer Wine.

在冬季湛蓝的天空下，我们沿着翻耕过的红褐色的农田行走，很有可能会被人误认为是约旦河西岸版的“最后的夏日之酒”。