Tractor.

Apparently almost my first word was “plough”. Having been born in the Scottish Borders, there would be plenty of them about, I suppose. 
Anyway, I was watching this tractor pulling the plough while walking along the canal this afternoon. Once again, there was a great lack of birds following said plough so, either these birds are well enough fed already or there are too few bugs and grubs being revealed for the birds to bother with. Either way, that to me is really quite sad. 
A very different day from yesterday, dull and cold but at least it was dry up to mid afternoon. It’s supposed to be summertime now!!