On Top of Tysoe Hill

Towards the end of my run today I could hear something that sounded strangely familiar. Not a sound I’d heard for a long time. I recognised it as a combine running in the field next to me, not a big modern one but something more like we had on the farm when I was growing up. When I got to the gate I realised it was much older than that. Mick Gibbs was harvesting his wheat at the very top of the hill, stood on the operator’s platform, with the valley behind him and a nice big sky above. Felt like a fitting photo to mark the end of summer.