In my defence, it has been summer, and although we haven't gone anywhere (I wish!), I have felt like we have had a bit of a holiday from the hard slog of running a smallholding. In summer there is not much to be done besides mowing and picking - it has been so wet that things have watered themselves.
It is lovely around here at this time of the year and most evenings I try to get out for a mooch in the surrounding countryside, just taking in the summer . This is what it looks like round these parts:
The hedgerows cast dappled shadows on the baking tarmac lanes...
Pretty wild flowers brighten up the long grass...
The hedgerows cast dappled shadows on the baking tarmac lanes...
Footpaths across fields become more like corridors (anyone seen the film 'Signs'? Shudder!)...
The sweetcorn tassels are still fresh and pinky...but will soon darken and shrivel when the corn is ready.
The fields are golden as far as the eye can see with scratchy, rustling wheat...
The sweetcorn tassels are still fresh and pinky...but will soon darken and shrivel when the corn is ready.
The fields are golden as far as the eye can see with scratchy, rustling wheat...
...which is ripening nicely.
Not to mention the festivals - this was the excellent Farmfest:
Possibly the most relaxed, unpretentious and non-commercial festival you will find...
...and almost certainly the only one with a giant inflatable cow atop the main stage. This is how we do it in the Westcountry!
Till next time.
Looks golden and summery. And well done on going part-time. Tis much better.
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