We are the pigs

I'm staying at Mark's place again, while he is away (again). I worked from home, this morning, and headed across to my client's offices around eleven-thirty. It's only a twenty minute drive and, knowing it would probably be dark when I left, that gave me a very tight window in which to find a photo unless I was going to resort to another selfie/bottle of wine/shot of my DMs.

I was just driving along a lane, somewhere near Ely (I think), when I saw this wall of hay. I've never seen it stacked up like that before, so I turned the car around to go back and take a picture. It was only when I was out of the car and standing on the edge of the field that I saw all of the pigs. "Hello, pigs" I called (reasonably confident that there was no one else around) but they weren't interested in me. I think their lunch had already been delivered.

PS The post title is, of course, taken from this rather excellent bit of riffage by Suede.