Edited by Patricia Stammers, Friday, 19 Oct 2012, 10:08
Walked across the Common to the barley field. There was the farmer, spraying with a red-winged machine like a monstrous dragon fly. Sat on the headland, listening to the house martins, squealing and watching them wheeling around the sky, after he had gone.
The hedgrows look as though they have been tiled with green, leaves and they have numerous, big, white, blossoms shaped like trumpets. Dusk.
Bridleway 2nd September
Walked across the Common to the barley field. There was the farmer, spraying with a red-winged machine like a monstrous dragon fly. Sat on the headland, listening to the house martins, squealing and watching them wheeling around the sky, after he had gone.
The hedgrows look as though they have been tiled with green, leaves and they have numerous, big, white, blossoms shaped like trumpets. Dusk.