Oh well, I don't suppose it matters to me as I plan to type up a load of notes that I took in the record office last week, but it is a trifle annoying to see the rain again this morning. It is a bank holiday here this week-end after all and so many people and organisations have events planned.
Farmers are having a terrible time this year too, their fields are just mud and the crops are too wet to harvest. The days that they can cut are few and far between and even then, the grain needs to be dried at a very high cost! I see bread going up again in the very near future!
One farmer I know has started to plough, that is sad, brown fields normally signal the end of summer!
My head always pops off to the past and I only have to think of harvest to get the taste of a tomato sandwich and I am back to the harvest fields of my childhood. In those days, in the 1960's, my Dad worked on the local farm and, in the harvest, the only time we saw him, or so it seemed, was when we took him his tea in the field. We used to have tomato sandwiches and that taste still reminds me of the smell of straw, the sun on my back and the scratched legs from the stubble fields.
Back to the real world............................................
G
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