Far from the Madding Crowd

I'm a romantic at heart. I still expect my countryside to look like it stepped out of a Hardy novel with farmers in smocks called Ezra, dairymaids dangling milk buckets on yokes around their necks and the old stooks in the fields waiting a-gathering. Maybe more Gibbons 'Cold Comfort Farm' than Tom Hardy! If you look closely there might be a cow with its leg dropped off in the back of this blip!

Even the green and black plastic managed to draw me in on the way to work in the early hours today.