The rape field in my header has been much admired by all and sundry. I have to say - as some of you guessed - it was taken during our week on holiday in Norfolk, where it is a big crop - acres and acres of it as far as the eye can see.
We do get a few fields around here as we are just on the edge of arable land, but on the whole our fields tend to be grassland for sheep and/or cows. For one thing our land stands at 6 to 700 feet
above sea level. For another, we are not really in an arable area apart from some farmers growing feed (barley, wheat etc.) for the feed for their own cattle over Winter.
For this reason it is a joy to drive through these golden fields, although a little goes a long way and I think a lot of fields of rape is rather tiring on the eyes.
One of the things the farmer enjoys most on any holiday, wherever it is, is to look at the fields, see what sort of condition they are in (fences, crops, quality of the soil) and see what crops are growing.
The hugs fields of wheat in parts of the US and Canada took his breath away - as did the huge herd of cattle.
Here most of the farms are quite small - maybe something like 150 acres average - but every time a farm is sold then it seems to be bought by someone who wishes to enlarge an existing local farm. The trouble is that it is no longer financially viable to run such a small enterprise at a profit. Such days are long gone.
Today is a Bank Holiday here in the UK and the farmer is taking a day off from farming to work on the front garden - a never ending job as it gets overrun with couch grass which has its roots under a concrete path. As the day does on it is getting more and more cloudy and the wind is getting up making it cooler too.
What have I done? Three loads of washing, two of which are now dried and ironed and up on the airer. Very mundane stuff for a Bank Holiday wouldn't you agree?