WAITING, for the harvest.
a frosty barren ploughed field, at martin's house farm. that will be the colour of gold in a few months time. the old hayshed has seen better times, my dad and i put the old telegraph poles into the ground for the local farmer, when he was building it-40 years ago. using an old army crane that we used in the forestry for dragging timber, to lift and support them. the mother of the farmer used to stay in the farm cottage - now a private house. hawick, scottish borders, scotland.