Photo-a-Day  (Wednesday, 15th August, 2018)

That field is like a cloth of gold - I don't want Summer to end ....it has been glorious!

That’s a good picture Ron, I really like that one. Making hay while the sun shines.

A belter ,a chair a flask and some Jam butties and I could spend a few hours watching them harvesting the crop there .

What a beautiful golden shot to greet anybody in the morning..it's another sight for sore eyes...it's just lovely,thanks Ron.

I also like how the blast of golden yellow 'cuts a swathe' through the foreground greenery.

A bit to much squashed up if you ask me, the tractor and baler are hiding another trailer with some bales on it.

And that rusty post is making my eyes sore.

DRINKING SONG

Since man laid down his hunting spear,
Johns been chopped down by his ears,
And executed 'til he's dead
But resurrected in our bread.

We sup to martyred John with cheer,
He's alive in all our foaming beer,
In every pint he is reborn,
Let's drink to old John Barleycorn.

A real summery shot, Ron. Very pleasant. I hope the farmers have got a bumper crop this year.

Wonder what the crop was and when it was sown? There is no sign of the crop behind me being harvested yet as it was a late sowing because of the long wet winter.

Doesn’t the “Wutchy” look magnificent now? Everyone laughed when they first planted trees there. Nothing had grown on that mountain of waste for many years and no one believed that anything would. How wrong we all were.

A beautiful ‘rustic’ scene and the rusty post fits in beautifully. A truly lovely photograph which reminds me of when I was a child in the 1950s and we used to sit on the back of the tractor and when our mums brought out tea and sandwiches for the workers, we’d sit with them in the hedgerow and gobble up the food even though we were only playing and not actually helping with the haymaking!

With respect Mick, would a trip to Specsavers help to resolve your sore eyes?

Grow up Mick

Gosh Mick, I am surprised that you didn’t look on that rusty post as an ideal place to rest your bile.

Great photo Ron.

Ignore him,he's just jealous.lol

A rusty post awaiting a rusty bike!
I would have loved to see poppies growing there - especially for the centenary of the 1st WW ending.

Seems Mick's suffering from rusty post traumatic stress disorder.

Only thing Im suffering from is OTT comments from people who dont really look at the photo.
Im not knocking Owd Rons photo, before you start.
Just imagine if Constable Hay Wain had something poking out from behind it

I wish I’d thought of that Poet. You do make me chuckle.

Do you mean Constable Hay Wain's truncheon MIck?

Mick 'Mr.Sour Grapes' Happy when he's unhappy is at it again ! It's a beautiful scene and yes, the Wutchy does look miles better now.

When we lived in Croston that's exactly what my youngest son and I used to do Alan, spent many an hour watching our neighbour bringing in the fruits of his labours.

Now then Veronica, remember you're a Ladee.

I still am a 'laydee' Dtease. As you know the intrepid biker does tend to cause confusion by leaving out certain vital 'squiggles' in his sentences..( which he thinks doesn't matter!). In all innocence I thought there was a new Bobby on the beat going by the name of 'Constable Hay Wain'. Now if he had typed John Constable's painting "The Hay Wain" I would have known immediately what he meant! All the same it was quite amusing...!

Constable Hay Wain was out on the job
Plodding his beat just to earn a few bob
When out in a field he observed a Hay Baler
Obscuring the view of farmer Bill’s Trailor
So Contable Wain without any compunction
Crosses the field and pulls out his truncheon
“tha must move that Baler an’ do it right quick”
“Cos tha spoiling the scene an’ ruining Mick’s pic”
But Mick still didn’t get it, he must have been cursed
‘Cos a fellow named Dawber nipped in and pictured it first.

It's fair to say Mick didn't half cause a stink,
Constable Hay-Wain aimed with his truncheon and caught him on th'head,
Handcuffed to his own bike and led to the clink,
He was told "Tha con stay all night and lie on that bed,
No cycling for thee 'till tha's calmed thiself down,
An' keep away from Aspull - it's Mister Dawber's stomping ground!"

What next. Turner's micrometre- screw gauge?

My word! Have I had a few 'belly laughs' at Mick's remark concerning Constable Hay- Wain's 'protrusion' and the ensuing ditty's. They do say small things amuse small minds - well mine must be microscopic but it was worth it! I only wish I could have recorded myself laughing so you could have joined in. Thank you for the laughter and the lovely photo.