A still and warm evening and a ride in the combine that was cutting a local farmer's oilseed rape. Sitting in the cab in air-conditioned comfort, checking the computer and listening to the CD player. It wasn't Adge Cutler and The Wurzels either; it was Black Sabbath.
Twenty five acres harvested in under three hours and a really good crop too, obviously the wet winter and spring did the rape no harm, probably because the field is well drained.
Next year this field will be wheat but no matter which crop the farmer plants the pigeons will turn up and there will be pigeon pie for dinner.