Kicking Up A Dust

No time for togging today. I ducked briefly into Creeksea on my way home from Burnham. I followed a huge combine harvester down the single track and watched it squeeze under the railway bridge. It was very breezy by the river and the sun was trying to break through. The farmers on the opposite bank at Canewdon were busy getting the harvest home too.

The clouds of dust reminded me of when we used to keep our little yacht on The Crouch. It was usual for the stubble to be burnt in those days, creating clouds of smoke full of black smuts that were deposited on our decks.