August 26th – Cycling down through Stoneywell, near Farewell, I stopped to look at an unharvested field of wheat. The grain was ripe, and the ears starting to blacken. I wondered if the crop had been abandoned, then heard the noise of a combine harvester in the next field. I guess it all grinds to flour the same…

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I told the truth - but told it bent. Wandering around bemused and ranty since 2007. View all posts by BrownhillsBob