Get fell in you 'orrible lot

      Here they are, all beautifully lined up with the precision of a drill sergeant on the parade ground, and this is just a tiny section of what must be a fifteen acre field of sugar beet.
      Every day when we pass this field with the two Jack Russell Terriers the plants seem to have visibly grown just a little larger. Before long when the terriers launch themselves to chase after a pheasant or covey of partridges they'll disappear into the rows between the plants, we'll only be able to track them by the shaking leaves.
      Right, at ease, continue growing.