The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

Neep field

Working again in the West Mainland.
The wind gathered strength through the afternoon and it got increasingly difficult to hold onto the car door each time I got in and out.

I love these neat rows of turnips and passed several fields of them today. In one field the sheep were busy eating away at them. They only have access to a few rows at a time. But imagine the joy (or might it be dread?) as you look up from nibbling your turnip and see all the remaining rows. 

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