A Change in the Weather

The rains have come at last, gentle and persistent here, horizontal lashings on Spring Hill.

We went up to film hay being spread over the new seeding on the site of the future vineyard, and ended up with footage as bizarre and primary as any. The men were in Don't Look Now yellow slickers, and Karen in bright red and blue all-weather suit. The lens was instantly covered in drops no matter how often I wiped it, and through them we could see highly coloured figures leaping about throwing bales of hay, armfuls of hay, lumps of hay into a whistling wind. It was magnificent.

Home to the comfortable tameness of a fire and a tumble-dryer, and the week's washing, but something inside me is still soaking wet and hilarious in a newly seeded field.