Good morning, all seems normal for this time of year, 7C/44F at 10am, with scarcely enough daylight to see the keys on this laptop. Even with a stiff breeze and two days without rain, everything is still glistening with dew. Thought I would check the temperature gizmo to compare with LS and sure enough it confirms an
invisible wetness reading of 90% humidity.
The afternoon got a lot noisier yesterday when they started to harvest the maize in the field on the opposite side of the rail track to us. It is taken whole crop as cattle feed, quite a sight as the first cut through the jungle is shot out in a long arc, right over the cab roof of the tractor following behind to land with some force in the trailer. This 21st century fodder has become the new sound of October, badgers will all have gorged themselves last night on what has been spilt. For weeks to come I will no doubt be finding half eaten cobs discarded in our fields as they return from their midnight feasts.
RS, I never much liked sycamore trees until we got woodburners, now any of their windblown branches are very welcome. It may not burn as long as my favourite, which is hawthorn, but is certainly easier to handle. Squirrels have killed off most of our younger sycamores by stripping off the bark.
Very nice shot of your mown grass BEF, lots of gentle curves to nicely lead the eye.
Don, see, I am not the only one on here who find pleasure in deviating from straight lines.
