Gone, Gone Again

Fields of baled barley at Barnyards

Looking over Braco Park towards Troup from the Dry Brigs path

Straw waiting to be baled on the Cassa, Pitullie Castle in the distance

Grey Granite has been unable, for obscure technical reasons, to post anything on either of her blogs since May. She has missed the discipline of posting entries and is reminded of lines by Edward Thomas which seem apposite to to fill the gap:

Gone, gone again

May, June, July,

And August gone,

Again gone by, 

Not memorable

Save that I saw them go,

As past the empty quays

The rivers flow.

Our walk round the Cairnhill was accompanied by the sound of combines and balers as farmers are taking advantage of the dry weather to cut the barley. Many fields are already ploughed, Buchan has a distinctly autumnal air. Perchance awaiting an Indian Summer?