Latchford Harvest

A barmy late August eveningthrobsto a mechanised beat. Golden sunbeamstouch cloudsof chaff-dustthat billowfrom the combinein drifts. Cut-lines mapthe pathof the mechanical scythe.Contoured curvesthat last a week’til the plough foldsthe remnantsof a season’s growthback into the earth. Emerging from the uncut cropa covey of grey partridgeeight or more strong.Notes from their…

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A song of summer

With the birds of the hedgerows doing an impressive disappearing act at this time of year, hidden by the leaves and deep shadows of the hedges and wooded canopies, I am always grateful that the Yellowhammer chooses to be so conspicuous, at least in this part of Hertfordshire. Any journey…

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