Here we are in August and enjoying the last of the summer weather. The sun is still hot, but it’s dark now at 9pm and there can be a nip in the air.
The swans that hatched cygnets on the pond near my house are half grown now, I’ve been watching them grow all summer.
It’s harvest time on farms all over the country, winter barley is probably all harvested by now, but spring barley, wheat and oats are still standing in the fields.
Harvest is one of my favourite times, I love the dusty smell of ripe barley, the roaring sound that combine harvesters have when they’re working and the sense of excitement (or stress if you’re the farmer) and anticipation during harvest time.
As a child I remember having a ride in the cab with my Dad and being mesmerised as the combine header effortlessly cut and scooped the grain into the machine. Watching the tank of grain empty into the waiting trailer and the skill of the tractor driver as he drove along side, so that the combine didn’t have to waste time stopping.
When the weather was good and dry, the men would work through night to bring the grain in, as a child there was a tangible feeling of excitement and urgency to bring the harvest in dry.
With Scottish weather there was usually a dodging of showers, a wait in the morning before the dew had dried and then a natural break in the evening when the dampness came down.
Here’s what I have been making in August…