Saturday 23rd June
The farmer is out cutting the hay. So far the
field on the hillside across the lane has been done, and the funny little field
tucked inside a ring of trees, and yesterday the field next to the asparagus plot
(seven rows this year) was cut. The hay is drying where it fell, and in a day
or so he’ll be back to turn it and then back again to bale it. He hasn’t even
begun the bigger fields to the west of us, but they may belong to another
farmer who is working to a different timetable. Some days we have the roar of
tractors all around us with two or three zipping about. Country living is not
always quiet! Nor are the fields easily recognised as belonging to a specific
farm. There seems to be little logic to the way it works here; one farmer owns
fields that are scattered around the locality instead of being one neat parcel
as they so often are in England. It probably comes from marriages and
inheritance amalgamating different bits over the years.
My writing continues. Most days I do at least an
hour or so of actual writing on the laptop. Some days the writing comes easier
than others. One day it was 580 words completed, the following day 901, and
yesterday I completed chapter 32, the tricky bit where Matho escapes from a
locked room. Soon I shall be at the end, and then will have to begin revisions
on the paper version I brought with me.
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