Whipping across the Fens

Driving across the edge of the Fens on our way to Norfolk most Fridays provides a wonderful overview of the farming year. Late summer early mornings are particularly mesmerising with the bright green, gold and blue whizzing past the car window. Huge blue skies, flat expanses of golden, cropped fields with their bales of straw waiting patiently to be collected. The harvest is gathered in. Summer starts to gently slip away...