Friday, 4 June 2010

Morning has broken

Outside the house of the suspected doggers, there is a discarded rubber glove and bits of of old tissue. Just down the road, the bronze nymph statue glints in the morning sun.

Next door at Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie's, the house martins are in and out, in and out, feeding their squealing young. Up in the the field, curious young heifers and steers creep up behind dog walkers and shout: 'Moo!'

All through the night, the tractors and trailers have been hard at work, trundling through the village with heavy loads of silage. They have been harvesting like ants, bringing in the silage before the rains come. A faint hum on the hillside - both in noise and smell - and lights like alien spaceships landing on Bluebell Hill.

The maize begins to shoot on its long journey to becoming higher than an elephant's eye.

Oh what a beautiful morning.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x


  1. Tell us more about those doggers.

  2. ...and indeed it is a beautiful morning...swallows wheeling in the sky, the call of robin and siskin and the smell of freshly mown grass...God is in his heaven and all is right with the world...for the moment anyhow! Lovely blog.

  3. Yes please - no idea of what a dogger might be, but I'm pretty sure it's not someone with a kennel and a pack of hounds.

  4. i wonder if they have a sign on their gate warning folk to 'beware the suspected doggers'

    what a glorious snapshot of idyllic England in summer.

  5. Thank you for sharing your day....beautiful post and I can hear the sounds so eloquently described in my mind....

  6. LOL when I read about the doggers I immediately thought of Jam and Jerusalem.
    I love the image of the cow sneaking up and yelling MOO!

  7. Lovely post - I want to know more about the curious folk who inhabit your world.


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