Green BarleyThursday 18th May 2000
The Rhubarb fields around the M62/M1 interchange are dotted with tall flower spikes.
House Martins circle against a grey sky.
Later, in a bright gap between shower clouds, I get the chance to walk back home from Ossett across the fields on the other side of the valley. Opposite I've got a view of our regular walk. In their fresh spring greens, the fields, hedges and woods looks like an idealised picture map, an inviting piece of countryside to explore.
Wind ripples the green barley on the slope below Storrs Hill swishing it into waves which travel away down the the valley with the wind.