Nature notes

Well, the harvest is nearly done. Most of the fields I cycle past are now stubble, or have been ploughed up to dry and erode. Only the very last of the wheat remains; and there is spilt grain along all the roads, fattening the pigeons and other vermin - I saw a rat running, bold as brass, along the top of a gate.

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