My husband, son and I had such a lovely walk today, that’s when I snapped this corn.
As we walked along, my husband was telling our son that when he was a child he used to go to his Grandad’s farm during the summer holidays and harvest the corn. He remembers being on the combine harvester as it chopped off the corn heads, covering them in a fine dust as they worked the fields. What a wonderful memory to have, don’t you think? A little Enid Blyton, eh?