It is the end of summer, time for the farmers to harvest their crops. Around us it is mainly wheat this year, although the ‘local’ farmer tends to rotate with barley and oil-seed rape, both of which come in earlier. Of course, throughout the year the crop has been dusted and sprayed to within an inch of its life, with the last spraying only a few days before harvest.
The first we know of the pending harvest is a rumbling in the distant fields (the fields next to us are usually the last to be done as they are relatively inaccessible) and looking out of an upstairs window we can see the steady march of the combine harvesters followed by the tractors with their laden trailers.
We know that we have a couple of days before the combines arrive here even though they do work extremely quickly.
Once they do arrive, though, it is a case of batten down the hatches! We close every window, make sure there is no washing out and hope that we don’t have high winds. Why? Well, not only are the huge trundling machines quite scary as they rumble past the house, but the amount of dust created by them is vast, and it gets everywhere. And yes, this is a picture of a combine working next to our house! You can see why harvest time isn’t exactly our favourite time!