@Shepherdmanswife has been waiting patiently for the fields behind our home to be harvested – with footpaths passing through them; they are easily accessible, about a minute from our house, and ideal for photographing the harvest. As we drove home yesterday, clouds of dust were blowing over the roadside hedge – “our” fields were being combined. @Shepherdmanswife grumbled that she had almost missed this photo-opportunity. She was right of course. The brief window of sunny weather was irrelevant. They should never have started the harvest of 60 odd acres of prime ripe wheat until we had finished our shopping and were back home.
Within minutes of getting home we were out in the fields, @Shepherdmanswife crouching down behind her tripod for the most advantageous perspective of the dramatic dusty noisy agro-industrial process that is the modern harvest. I had to carry on along the footpath with the dogs, who needed their evening walk, leaving @Shepherdmans wife busy with her camera, but not until I had reminded her not to get distracted by the camera. After all she was kneeling down in what in all other circumstances would be a busy industrial site, where a high visibility jacket would be a requirement.
