The seasons turn, the snow and frosts are gone and at last the days start to lengthen. Even the bare ploughed fields have photographic merit, showing sinuous curves, revealing the contours of the land.
Meanwhile the top field has sprouted with this years crop. Green lines extend to the wide horizon.
A bundle of lunch, last year's hay, in the stable yard. While the fields have their ebb and flow, the business of caring for the horses goes on unchanged though the year.
The rape seed field under lowering clouds This is a common crop these days, and paints the sping fields bright yellow.
Blossom in the paddock.
A farm dog and barrow on a tea break mid morning. Well, we all deserve a tea break now and then...
Horse and pony and greening trees
A chocolate box thatched cottage on the village high street, with its blossom looks good against the blue sky.
A hedgerow detail
The cottage on the edge of the village