Harvest

There's a couple of barns very close to our house, and we regularly walk up to peruse the tractors therein - it's meat and drink to my tractor-mad son. At the end of one barn sits the immense combine harvester, slightly intimidating in its vastness. But now... the combine is busy and the barn is filled with harvested grain!

This evening we spent about 40 minutes watching the wheat being harvested, the John Deere pulling alongside so the combine could spew grain into the trailer. We watched the tractor reversing into the barn, tipping the trailer and pouring the grain out, then we watched the telehandler shovelling the grain into a towering pile. Ted was captivated; heck, so was I!

We had a long chat with the 84 year old farmer too. He and his sons work the farm now, just as his father did before him. He's lived in the village all his life, and is looking pretty good on a long life spent in the Wiltshire countryside. That, or his 61 years of marriage..?! As we walked home we met his wife coming up the track, bringing supper for the workers. I'm lying in bed now, after 11pm, and the noise of the combine has only just stopped... She must have brought them a hearty meal!