The farm who rent this place for grass keep, have been brave enough to cut two silage fields here –  sadly it looks like they topped it, but I presume they’re gonna pick it up. The lower field is somewhat better, to be fair, than the middle ground, which is a dreadfully poor old ley that none of us can afford to rip up and re seed.

The Buzzard is yelling over my head; it’s just done a fly past shrieking at me. I should imagine the sward being off has made her hunting a little easier this morning.

Wow, it smells wonderful down here — a strong ‘hot’ grass smell, cut grass that is 🙂 It’s quite nice stuff; there’s just not much of it. I expect they’ll probably put an effluent on next week, so I’ll probably be down here moaning about the smell then and the splatters till it neutralises – being very un career farmer about it!-!