Fields of gold..

I don’t know if it is barley as Eva Cassidy sings about in her lovely song. However, in my mind it is a very valuable field no matter barley or oats. Mrs B and I biked across some fields of gold to friends some kilometers away where we got both lunch and dinner. We had a long good chat before we headed back to our summer house, with strong winds against us. No matter either as we had our electric bikes.