I have fond memories of my grandfather's farm where the
fields had beautiful poppies and many other wild flowers such as campion,
trefoil and cowslips round the edge of the field, something that is not popular
with farmers today but as a child it was magical, I can also vaguely remember
the corn was made into stooks that were carefully stacked into eight before the
advent of balers - I'm not that old
it's just that technology has advanced in such a short space of time. I've
found a photo to show what I mean
As I was in a reflective mood, I decided to go across the
fields again as the nettles and thistles are growing fast so it will no longer
be a pleasant walk until either the crops are cut or the verge dies down. In
addition, one of the fields has had a tractor working in there the last few
days and I wanted to see what he was up to.
It began to rain before I set off and I remembered my
brother-in-law gave me a waterproof gaiters so I dusted them off and popped them on. I'm so glad I did, not only did they keep my
trousers dry; it protected me from the nettles and thistles on the way as shown
by the sort of selfie in the first photo.
The next image shows the bright green I was aiming for, with
the second showing the footpath with the main part of the field to the
right. It looks a little like just the
grass had been allowed to grow and then cut; it certainly smelled like newly
mown grass but greatly intensified. That farmer owns an anaerobic digester and
they grow crops to add to it, perhaps that's where this went.
The last photo is coming back across the bridge over the
stream, a place I just have to stop every time. The bridge before this one had a stile
each end - a bit of a challenge, particularly when the whole thing started to
list to one side. The new bridge is nice
and solid with just rails each side, open ends and this ever-changing stream
running underneath.
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