I heard a louder hum about twenty minutes ago, and through the trees could just see a splash of red. The combine harvester, making short work of the barley. I shot off down the drive, into the wood, through a forest of stinging nettles (bare legs) and got to the edge of the wood, where I could photograph the field, to see all those lovely ears of barley, which have given so much pleasure over the past months, felled.
That's twice in two days I have missed the moment!
So all I have is a couple of indifferent photos, and legs which are jumping with a stinging nettle rash. I am going to the first in a course of lessons in mindfulness this evening. I know where my mind will be!
Nowhere left for the hares to hide!