Farming.

This is the field behind our house.  It is quite a challenge, I would imagine, to the farmer.

If you look in the middle of the photograph, just before the line of trees, you should see a darkish line.  This is a dip in the land which fills with water.

Closer to our house and between the bales of barley straw I watched the Farmer, his wife, dog and half a tractor disappear.

 It gave me quite a shock.  I seem to remember from our deeds that there is a well marked on them, roughly where they all were.  The tractor digger had a go at removing something from the hole and then with much head shaking, and hands on hips they all departed.

This is the tractor, you could only see the cab.  It is now in the field in front of the house gathering up the bales, putting them on a trailer and off they go.  For bedding and feed.  This field was also barley.

The dark lumps and mounds are s***.  Which will  be ploughed in to the earth as fertiliser. I approve that since living here we have not seen any artificial crap being used.  Very much a mixed agriculture.  All of the farmers have beasts and sheep.  


Plenty woodland too which shelter the roe deer.  Four white tails = four deer.

Two Roe deer having a love in.

Because of the way farming is done round here there are also many wild flowers.


Whether this is one or not, I am still trying to identify it.  Any suggestions most welcome.

And yes, the 'mulch' is broken glass!