The weather here is nothing like as good as it was yesterday. Although dry, it is fairly cloudy, quite cool and breezy. But the farmer is concerned that it will rain shortly, so this afternoon the contractors are here rowing up, baling and wrapping the last of the grass. The farmer has spent the morning tossing it up to get rid of as much moisture as he can.
We really can't wait any longer.
I walked up the lane with Tess for a little way to take a photograph of him tossing the grass in the last field. Sorry it is a bad photograph but I was balancing myself with my stick, holding on to Tess with her lead and trying to take the photograph with one hand. But hopefully you get the general idea.
On the verges the grasses are dying and on the hedgerows the hawthorn berries are now bright red and bead-like. If only the birds would leave them until it is really cold weather - but I know they won't. It is as though they are attracted to the bright red and really must eat them at the earliest opportunity.
As I write the farmer is passing the window with the first load of fifteen wrapped bales to add to the stack. He likes to get them in as quickly as possible, before the crows and the rabbits start to nibble away. By this evening they will, hopefully, all be in and that will be the most important job for winter over and done with.