Field Notes: An Evening Landscape 7TH JULY 2025

‘I do not study much abroad these very hot bright days, last year I almost put my eyes out by that past time.’

Sheep, there were no cars when setting up but now there are cars close on the lane, cars further on the A12, aircraft, woodpecker, this is a great vantage point and suddenly I can get a sense of what Constable would have seen, fell, connected with, these are the same fields (need to get a map of the field names), ancient boundaries, and I hide behind one out of sight but not out of my mind, but this high up on a gentle hill the sound from the vale drifts up and there are sirens, and boy racers, I thin that they should put a volume limit of roads as well as a speed limit. But then I remind myself that this is probably the last hurrah of the combustion engine era, pheasant, jackdaws roosting, skylarks, storm flies, a donkey, thrush, rustling grass in the hedgerow.

​Old stump
Hidden in the grass, hiding
Trying to be invisible but failing
Tinder dry from the long hot spell
Magic
Old hits
A three minute wonder
Verse chorus verse chorus
A chorus of the Song Thrush
Singing along lines in the sky
Trails of tales
That for hundreds of years
This field fares well
It’s still here
Providing sustenance
For sheep
A forever search
For the tender
Moist and nutritious
Nibbled out 
And then moved on
Finding ones own path
Amongst the herd
Free within the field
But don’t go too near the edges
As you’ll see the way out 
Is blocked
And that there is another side
People peering in
Across, over
Under the grass hiding.