Our neighbour across the lane, using a cutter bar mower to make hay from his oats - a method considered old-fashioned when Mike was at agricultural college over forty years ago. Though not horse-drawn, so could be better...
- looking up from breakfast outside and seeing the air filled with strands of cobweb floating high up, and it went on and on, and now everything is draped in silk (see extra of our gate)
- the ground under the clothesline covered in minute purple flowers in the morning (about 3mm), how does that happen when the ground is bone dry?
- walking up the Land in the cool of the day and seeing the Lake softly glowing in the dying light