Outside the back door

The noise, the dust and the great hulk of the combine harvester reminded me of a great steam engine - one certainly couldn't ignore it! A monster.  Extra photo.

T has really cracked the harvest and now I think only the oats are left.
Had tea over on the ridge with B, E and S sheltered from the hot sun in B's garden.  We ate scones with cream and jam and I took over some date chewy squares I had cooked in the morning.