A walk along the lane from Rye Farm Car Park offered two very different moods: yesterday evening brought clear light and sunshine and a rainbow, while today’s visit came under grey skies after rain.
After the car park, there is a huge field on the right that appears to be planted with beans, possibly broad beans. The dense green crop stretches across the whole field.
On the left, beyond Rye Farm Meadow, is a smaller meadow where the grass and wildflowers grow tall. There stands Kingfisher Barn, in its grounds.
The web-spinning caterpillars that have stripped hedges along this lane in some recent years seem less widespread this summer – so far.
Beyond the bean field is a meadow filled with sheep. Their baaing could be heard from some distance. Close-up baas range from low growls to high-pitched bleats. Most of the sheep were grazing, but a few had stretched their necks through the square-wire fence,
or used the fence as a ladder to reach the more luxuriant leaves above.
Opposite is another meadow where piles of logs lie among the grass, the trunks of trees that were cut near the River Thames earlier this year.
Yesterday there was a rainbow.
Today there were slugs after the rain.
