Rural Rust

In contrast to yesterday's urban (well seaside to be strictly accurate) rust, today I have some rural rust for you.
This field is about half a mile from my house and has a bridle path down one side, which helps Maeve the Deerhound and I to have nice loop walks that go out into the country and back by the sea. We are just back from one such lovely walk, with clear blue sky and 11c with a gentle breeze.
The farmer has ploughed, harrowed, and now rolled the field. Not sure whether it has been sown yet.