At the back of an orchard an old harrow and plough lie propped against the poplars, gently weathering and rusting but looking like pieces of sculpture.
West Norfolk must have tons of unused, redundant and neglected agricultural machinery tucked away like this. Who knows what the scap value of it all totals up to?
Perhaps the boss and I should start a scrap metal business; obviously anything painted in 'Norfolk Bog Door Blue' will fetch a slightly better price just because of the aesthetics.