A simple picture of a rural scene that paints a thousand words. Do you see a ploughed field that has been harrowed, drilled and planted with potatoes? Or what is to come – in the form of a few hundred tons of spuds? ‘Appen you dream of the taste of jacket potatoes, chips, mash; the staple diet of Britain and western Europe? Or is it empathy with the farmers who risk everything on the weather.
Maybe you see the end of a harsh winter when the wet cold weather destroyed the previous crop. The farmer lost the investment of time, energy with the seed cost of planting last season’s crop only to loose the lot in waterlogged fields; then pay again to plough the rotting crop back into the land.
I see the dawn of a late spring, and hopefully a great summer. The land has dried out allowing it to be ploughed, harrowed, and drilled with a new season’s crop of spuds. And the rich cycle of life begins again hopefully to realise a decent financial return for the farmer. In the meantime we can enjoy the spectacle made by neat machine made furrows catching the last rays of daylight.