The Tatty Field

The scourge of Sussex. Pylons all over, practically impossible to get a view without them or the cables. If I was really talented I’d be able to get rid of them in photoshop (if I had it). So here are the tatty fields on the way home after the sunshine had disappeared. Still warm and pleasant though.

An Anthology of the Potato was published in 1961 for the Irish Potato Marketing Company, Ltd., Dublin in an edition of 500. This is a bit from it .....

We praise all the flowers that we fancy
Sip the nectar of fruit ‘ere they're peeled,
Ignoring the common old tater
When, in fact, he's King of the Field.
Let us show the old boy we esteem him,
Sort of dig him up out of the mud;
Let us show him he shares our affections
And crown him with glory—King Spud


Update on Yesterday (cue another Beatles song): Harvey took the painting back this morning. The lady at the desk asked when we’d bought it. On hearing “Yesterday” she laughed! Why it was funny I have no idea. Do some people keep the paintings for a while, then take them back when they are fed up with them? Or maybe to impress folks visiting? Just as well we didn’t return it before leaving the car park yesterday, she’d have laughed her socks off.