First thing this morning I moved the van five miles…..less as the crow flies but that is irrelevant as the camper can’t fly. Even if it could I would hope that it would fly more directly than the crow. We are still just outside Darlington but in a much more rural environment.
Before we left I took the dogs for a last look at the Tees……..
This is an arable farm. The barley and oilseed rape are harvested. They are happy with the barley but the rape was only middling. The wheat is ready but too wet so another days sunshine is required before they can start combining it.
The winning one-liner from the Edinburgh Festival came from Stewart Francis; “You know who really gives kids a bad name? Posh and Becks”. I still like Steven Wright’s little gem; “What’s another name for a thesaurus?”
Let us hope for another good day tomorrow.