Friday, 7 August 2020


It's been years since we've been able to witness the harvest. One of the many consequences of the pandemic has been that we were unable to visit Greece at our usual time this summer (even though hopefully we will be there in three days' time) so this has been a new experience for us.

The fields around Old Milverton were totally transformed when we went for our walk yesterday.

Not as many bales as Ken saw earlier that day when he went for his early morning walk, but quite a few left that had not been picked up yet.

In the distance we could see the collection of the bales.

A ray of sunshine illuminated part of the field

The ruins of Guy Cliffe's house in the distance

 Such a glorious sight.

Signs about the fire risk, everywhere.


  1. When Anna was tiny she thought the bales were put into the fields for the cows to play with and she called them "cow jumpers". I can't think of anything else but playful cows when I see them at this time of year! A x