I live in the countryside, surrounded by farms. I’m used to seeing the green/brown fields and the farm machinery out in them, or on the roads, travelling between venues. There is mud and dust. Fragrant/smelly at times. Noise. Never absolutely silent. Especially true with the silage being brought in at […]
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Ploughing Match
There is something about newly ploughed earth, blue sky and the Autumn sun, that just makes me want to kick off my boots and stand barefeet on the warm soil. Reconnecting with the soil and it’s age. This week, I resisted, but I wanted to. Instead I took photos. Photos […]
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