The Gleanings

I dropped a book off at the library before heading up to the ridge for a walk across the top, although before I had walked far from home I met a new(ish) Cockapoo puppy called Sammy.  My heart just melted.

As I approached the rough track across the top I saw that the barley had been cut and collected and the farmer was bailing up the gleanings before ploughing.  I've deliberately left in the power lines in case you are wondering what they are.

I have been glued to the Olympics, particularly the rowing and cycling in the velodrome.  Mesmerising.