Fields of gold

I've been playing catch-up for much of today, trying to get back on top of things that should have been done at the weekend or yesterday; but I did go into Stratford with R at lunch time to run errands and have coffee. On the way back to the car I met a delightful dog, who will be put into my Facebook album when I get round to it, but R has surprised me by choosing this image for today's blip.

Last year there was almost no oil seed rape grown close to where we live - I had to go several miles to find some to photograph - but this year most of the fields around us have turned bright gold. In fact when we were up at the Broadway Tower on the Cotswold Edge last week we used the large blotch of yellow to work out where our village lay within the landscape. This is a 5-shot stitched panorama of part of the crop on Sheen Hill at Ullington, under a sky which had recently produced rain but was now clearing.

Thanks for your generous response to yesterday's alabaster bear - I was lucky with the light in the chapel, and pretty happy with the resulting image, and I'm glad you liked him too. I'm now off out to choir, but I hope to catch up with comments tomorrow.