5th July 2022. ( SOLD )
The meadow browns skipped all along the hedge at the side of the barley field high on Huggate Hill, above the steep road to Thixendale. This is just about the only vantage point where it is possible to see Long Dale, without, of course braving the four resident high spirited horses. The pale green wheat fields at the bottom of the valley are in sharp contrast to the pale maturing barley. The field I was in had a broad cut perimeter which made access easier than I had thought. The field itself was home to a beautiful crop of barley, elegant nodding heads sporting long 'hairs' from individual seeds. I thought the sun may well be strong enough to accelerate their harvesting, though, here and there were some green stems, which I guess may delay things. A buzzard hung stationary using the fresh breeze as crows and pigeons passed. Voices made me look down to the road where I saw people near the pond. Later a mother pushes a 'pram from Thixendale for a child to see the horses. Robert Fuller's Gallery is just out of shot to the left, I was tempted to pop round and check out his excellent work but found myself meditating at Burdale. I stood for some time looking at the three sycamores David Hockney had painted. It was too late to start a new painting though I may well return and paint them again myself. A quiet day had begun well with England beating India, I listened as both Root and Bairstow both got their centuries before going on to create another piece of cricketing history...a win on the fifth day chasing the biggest target ever set.
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THE YORKSHIRE WOLDS
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