A lovely morning. I entered through the open gate by the derelict barn near the allotments. It is on a bit of a rise with a view sweeping over gentle rolling hills towards the town. The barley in the field is ripening fast. Clouds move rapidly across the sky and shadows chase light over the ground. Bright wild flowers gather round the margins and in the hedgerows as if feeling proud to be part of the scene and admiring the beautiful setting in which they find themselves.