At last the poor farmer whose fields are adjacent to our house has finished harvesting his hay, much later than usual. About a fortnight ago he must have heard the weather forecast promising a few dry days because the roads turned into a Grand Prix circuit for tractors. It was the same for all farmers who had hay to harvest. The farmers and contractors were racing around the fields in record time before the rain returned. The hay was cut, left to dry, turned, left to dry again, bailed (I was away and missed that bit) bagged and finally, this morning, the bales were collected and that was that for another year.