Ghosts of harvests past

      In quiet corners of West Norfolk and the Fens there are small areas that seem to have become graveyards for old agricultural equipment. Ploughs, harrows, bowsers and rakes with fading Norfolk Bog Door Blue paint and patinated with rust they are being slowly overgrown to become homes for wildlife and flowers.

      Why don't they get sold for scrap, taken away and recycled? One farmer told me that in some cases they are sold, money changes hands and three years later they are still there waiting to be collected. In the timeless landscape there is always tomorrow.
      We quite like them sitting there becoming part of the landscape they helped to make. Meanwhile they are all a haven for the two Jack Russells.