In the farmers fields alongside Grange Road, the last of the oilseed rape is still clinging on, tired mini suns setting as the poppies rise. Barley has formed its ears, and above the bristling green grain, swallows skim for insects, plentiful even on a drizzling day.
Bees and butterflies have mainly stayed at home however.
The world is cool, and refreshed. The wind was blowing from the North-East. Honeysuckle smells sweet on the breeze.
|Newark cemetery, until recently alive with bluebells|
|The wildflowers have been cut back.|
|Poppy blooming, Grange Road fields|
|Ears of barley|