The wheat is being harvested. A combine harvester is sitting near the bee house and huge strips of crop have gone. This must have been what was happening last night. It resulted in an excellent walk along flat ground with no dew to soak me for a change. And it was another glorious morning to boot.
Nicole on holidays today and next week, Ollie off, Stevie late, Terry still on holidays…mmm, quiet.
In a world where we are told that the defining qualities of human kind are beauty and attractiveness, why is it that there is a group of English males who insist on wandering around, shirtless, showing off their skinny, white and completely unappealing upper torsos? They are invariably shorn of head, within a centimetre of baldness (masking receding hairlines, I assume) and tend to communicate in grunts. You’d laugh at them if they didn’t travel about in supportive packs. They think it makes them look tough but a tan and some muscles (just some) would help an awful lot. I imagine discerning females would hesitate at approaching, let alone speaking to them.
The Sun would no doubt call it ‘laddish behaviour’, thereby making it ‘tabloid cool’ with positive labelling. The Times would call it something a little less kind…but then, these guys would have difficulty reading the Times.
Very hot today and the sun is alone in the sky. Well apart from the odd plane…which reminds me…Mirinda is on hers, coming home, at last!
Gave myself and Stevie an early mark – left at 5pm to try and make bus home. I had food for dinner tomorrow so the bag was very heavy.
Finished reading AD43. Rather disappointing. John concludes the book by saying that the evidence is inconclusive and that more discovery is required before any real answers can be provided. I enjoyed it, never-the-less. He has an engaging style which doesn’t really sound like him. Not to imply that he’s not engaging…just different.
In terms of the Roman arrival in Britain he does, as you’d expect, weigh the evidence slightly towards Sussex. It seems to me that the evidence for Kent is a lot more sketchy anyway even though it’s more extensive – it was collected in the first half of the 20th century and techniques have improved. This means the evidence isn’t exactly like for like.
Stupid Gary! The last bus is at 5:45 and the train gets in at 6pm! I was going to hop in a cab but there was already a crowd of people in the taxi office so I reluctantly shouldered my heavy load and walked. I’m rather glad I did. When I emerged from the hanger into the big wheat field, I was greeted by the sight of a combine harvester reaping its way up the wheat and two tractors with trailers, ready to take the grain away.
I had to hop over lines of chaff and I briefly chatted to a farmer waiting by one of the tractors. It made me wonder how the grain was separated from the chaff before heavy machinery. Would have been a difficult and time consuming job, to say the least.
Arrived home to the usual over-excited puppies. Tidied up a bit. Having washed and dried the lounge covers, the puppies decided they preferred the muddy paw print design and duly redecorated the blue cover appropriately. At least the carpet is relatively clean.
Bed at 10:30…early start tomorrow.
