From Corn to Cattle

I am in big trouble from various members of the family for not posting photos of Harry's wounds. The swelling in the arm goes up and down but it seems to be getting better on the whole. To tell the truth, they are not very photogenic but I've added some random ones and will try harder in future.

For ten days now we have been riding through fields of wheat. In Norfolk we saw two fields which together must have amounted to 600 acres. Harry remarked how we never saw any cows, only a few sheep here and there. Suddenly yesterday (Friday) this all changed and we were in cattle country, with smells to match. We did 48 miles through Somerset with plenty of ups and downs and arrived here (near Ilminster) rather tired. It was lovely to be met at Whitelackington by Mandella from Hastoe. This was one of Hastoe's early schemes, built in 1991 as a result of enthusiasm by Ewan Cameron, the big landowner around here. And as it happens we are staying with his estate manager, Chris and Rose who used to manage a farm in Barcombe many years ago - which is how we know them.

One of the housing schemes we visited yesterday was at Ditcheat (to rhyme with itch it). A delightful village full of race horses being taken up to the gallops and children playing in the streets. We passed through another village called something Beauchamp, which disappointingly was pronounced as you would expect, Beecham. 

Harry has just told me I must stop as we are off again. This was to be our day off but our hosts are going out so we decided to move on. I suppose a start after 1.00pm must pretty well qualify as a rest day.

Arm, 20th Aug

Knee, 20th

Arm, 22nd

One of the White Horses, 29th Aug

The beard, 29th.