It’s harvest time on the Distant Drumlin. On Thursday morning we were surrounded by green and gold fields. By Thursday evening the green grass and golden wheat had both been cut.
Nothing happened on Friday. A long dry summer’s day passed, with grass drying in the fields to the east of our house…..
….and wheat straw drying in the field to the south.
On Saturday morning it seemed like every tractor and trailer in County Down was driving on to the drumlin…..
…..as soon as the straw was baled, it was loaded on to the trailers…..
…while the grass was carted off to become silage.
By Saturday evening everything was gone, except for this one ear of wheat.