Every Door that Ain't Locked When no one's around

I'm not sure what it is about fields which are brown and lined, but I do love em.

All lines, and furrows, and clean brownness. All parallel, and running forever.

Mixed with a beautiful blue sky and fluffy clouds.

I had to nip out for lunch today for Directors' meeting, and as I went past the fields, I just felt drawn to pull over and appreciate the work of the farmer.

On the opposite side was a newly green field... it was beautiful too, but today, the brown appealed to me.

I quite fancied having a wee chank through the field, and leaving a track of footprints diagonally across it - for no other reason than it would make me smile.

But that is not what a lady of advancing years does.

I'll do it next week, when I've got my trainers on.