Looking over the village from the plum orchard that backs on to the campsite. This is a typical view in this area - rolling countryside, woods and hedgerows (a sort of very thick hedge made up of bushes, small trees, climbers, etc that all grows together as natural fencing and wind break. Just like the Bocage in Normandy that the Allies had to battle through in 1944. It is hard enough to get through at the best of times, without the added worry that there might be someone waiting to shoot you as you come out the other side!)
The wheat has just been harvested. Note the discarded boot in the foreground. Wonder what the story is behind that!
One of several cockerells on the farm, which crow more or less continuously from around 5am to 10pm. Their house is right by the farmhouse, but luckily they were unaffected by the lightning strike.