Green Light

Back again, rooting about in the old byres up at the farm. It was a super day, bright, but bitingly cold.

Everywhere you look there are rusting rotting pieces of farm machinery, lying half buried in the long grass. There are harrows and ploughs, wheels and engines, binders and balers and lots of things that I have no idea what they are!

I had a poke about in the ashes of the huge bonfire there had been up there at the weekend, but there was nothing recognisable left. All I took were photos - lots of them!