Little Storms Of Rural Activity
Living in the moment.
Walking along quiet lanes, tractors and farm machinery working in the summer-dry fields as drifting clouds of dust take to the air, little storms of rural activity and a visible soundtrack to our amble.
Circular bales of hay, random deposits on the semi-harvested landscape like the aftermath of battles, contrasting the luminous white clouds hanging in the wide Norfolk sky, drifting on the late summer breeze.
And the screeching, a joy to hear as we stop and look, hands shielding our eyes, keeping out the August sunshine, watching the birds of prey hover and ride the thermals and do what kestrels naturally do.
And in the heat, a warm welcome over a five bar gate, passing the time of day with travelers and also, perhaps, an excuse to stop work for just a moment or two. No hurry, time moves in its own way out here.
