In a claas of his own..

rumble rumble.. chop chop...choke choke..stubble stubble..

Harvest time in my nearest field.. hopefully he will be done by the time we go to bed and then we wont be disturbed by the late night lights on his combine. Little Flossie is looking forward to running through the stubble fields as will all the local riders who love to have a gallop through the fresh cut fields.

Beautiful evening.. pity it took all day to clear the thick cloud hanging over this area..