Silage cutting

It all gets very fevered around here at this time of year. The tractors with various sharp instruments gather and wait to pounce as soon as there's a break in the weather. Then it's all whirring and rumbling and gulls screaming. The air filled with the heady mix of smells of cut grass and diesel fumes.

Noisy it may be, a quiet old fashioned pastoral scene it may not be but there's still a certain seasonal excitement in the air as they race against the barometer late into the night to get as much gathered in as possible.