I had to go to Tutwell. It's close enough that I could have walked, if I'd had all day, but I did not so I took Helga the Saab. For some reason I took photos on the way home.
I kept some distance from this, for the hill ahead was steep, the trailer high above me, and gravity was the only thing visibly holding the Big Pile of Earth from falling off the back.
I don't know why these are stored by the roadside, but they are. I keep seeing people doing... vegetable-herding or whatever it is that they do with these things and a scoopy truck and not quite having the nerve to stop and ask. At a guess, I'm thinking cattle-fodder. Could be wrong. But still a slight mystery that they are in a heap by the road.
Helga Saab home again under a rainbow.
I kept some distance from this, for the hill ahead was steep, the trailer high above me, and gravity was the only thing visibly holding the Big Pile of Earth from falling off the back.
I don't know why these are stored by the roadside, but they are. I keep seeing people doing... vegetable-herding or whatever it is that they do with these things and a scoopy truck and not quite having the nerve to stop and ask. At a guess, I'm thinking cattle-fodder. Could be wrong. But still a slight mystery that they are in a heap by the road.
Helga Saab home again under a rainbow.
Comments
The picture with the rainbow is stunning!
For years I believed rutabagas to be an entirely fantastical vegetable, since my only encounter with the word was courtesy of David Eddings' Belgariad fantasy novels. It was quite odd to discover that they were not only real but boringly familiar. And even now, despite knowing they are just swedes *and* despite knowing that the whole point of the rutabaga thing in the books was as an archetype of common ordinariness, I can't help *still* associating the word with a feeling of otherworldly magic!
It is the opposite I suppose of the effect created by Stephen Donaldson's 'High Lord Kevin' from the Thomas Covenant books. I imagine that was supposed to sound serious and respect-worthy, and maybe it does in the US, but to UK ears Kevin is a name whose associations are pretty much the opposite of heroic fantasy - see for example Harry Enfield's character Kevin the Teenager https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_the_Teenager
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And I love the shot of Helga the Magical Saab...
That first photo is magic, even more magic for me than the rainbow over the Saab :)