Watering the Crops

I spotted these on my drive over to Donald at Tantallon this morning and thought, "..on my way home, I'll go into that field and photograph them". I did. And then I did my 'if in doubt, posterise' thing.
I know these aren't wagon wheels, but anything big and round and vaguely resembling them brings a feeling of expansion to my stomach. When I was in my 2nd pregnancy (a surprise for a few blippers who somehow thought I was of male gender) I bought an enormous packet of (chocolate) Wagon Wheels, having not seen them since teenage years. A little later Donald asked if I'd tried one yet. I showed him the empty packet. "No", he said, "you've not eaten them all", at which point I dissolved into streams and buckets of tears. Of course, he comforted me then, he's not a tyrant after all, but demolishing a whole packet and then crying about it I only put down to pregnancy.
Nowadays I easily get weepy and I won't tell you about quantities demolished but I put that down to age.