Reminders

Firstly thank for you kind comments yesterday.
I’ve been up to mum and dad today. They live in quite a rural part of Lincolnshire and I forget that this time of year you are likely to find yourself following combine harvesters or lorry loads of bales. 
The smell of the wheat being harvested always reminds me of my childhood summer holidays. It’s almost impossible to describe but so recognisable.
Anyway they seem to be well ahead of schedule given that they are already piling up the dried bales.