There's a wonderful aroma of new-mown hay in the air. The boy-devil Hadrian and his cousin have at last been cutting the tall grass in Christian's field out back. So les chiens et moi are once again able to tramp along one of my fave walks. Haven't been able to do so for quite some time. Jock's wee legs are too short for long grass. Tick territory. Maybe snakes. And that morning dew gets you sopping wet after just a few strides.
Went up there this morning. Field was dotted with plastic-wrapped hay bales. And again ce soir when the lads were up there with their tractors, loading the bales onto a big trailer and carting them off for storage. Lovely evening. Warm and sunny. Had the place to ourselves when the lads had gone. Really peaceful. Suddenly realised maybe I don't get hay fever any more.
Went up there for a third time at around midnight. Still warm and aromatic. And that great big moon made it almost daylight. Dogs had shadows. Took in the view at the top of the hill. Looking south I clearly made out the distant tree-lined horizon and silvery roofs of sleepy Poussanges. And to the north west the warm glow of the long departed sun lingered on.
It's great to have that field back again.
