Crop

Another warm, slightly close, day. It still feels like summer and here we are almost into October. This field is usually fallow but I've quite enjoyed the standing crop that's crowded up to the road here this year, it's radically changed the whole feel of this somewhat exposed corner with our ugly little town on the horizon, turning it into a sunken green lane and switching the focus to the hedgerows, the nearby rambling old house and old fashioned signpost bearing the strange (to a Scottish ear) Anglo Saxon village names. I'll be sad to see them harvested. Another reason for my pleasure in seeing them growing there is that this field still shows the ridges and furrows of the old medieval open field system (runrig as it's known north of the border), another little click of that continuity with those who lived in this landscape before us which I prize so much.