Fields of barley

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold."

OK - so it's not gold. Yet..... But it is a field of barley. 
We had to stay in for most of the day, (we took it turns to go and vote) as we were waiting for a parcel to be collected. The parcel-man arrived a couple of minutes before the promised deadline of 4:30, so off we went then for a walk for a couple of hours.  It did get quite stormy at times, but the rain kept off. 
It was a very long way to have to go to vote - at least 100 metres to the village hall across the road.  It's always a certainty in this area that the Conservatives will get in, but as they say, if you don't vote, you can't grumble.