Field of Gold

The almost-ripe crop made me think of Eva Cassidy singing this – apparently a song written by Sting.  This field is near Tempsford, not many hundreds of metres from the A1, but it's a peaceful place with overgrown river banks and tall trees swishing in the breeze.

The Extra is of my Social Secretary and Travelling Companion engaged in texting a daughter-in-law; both of ours are going through some challenging times with jobs and moves . . .