We’re having great weather here – so it must be late September. There is no better place than the Romney Marsh in early Autumn – well, some people would probably argue with that, but at this time there’s a special quality to this little corner of the South East. Maybe it’s because all the the thousands of visitors have left and returned to Walford, or similar places, I don’t know.
Whatever the reason it means we can go out on our bikes and meander about the Marsh in peace and safety, without fear of large black BMW ‘s appearing at high speed on the wrong side of the road. It’s time to appreciate the tranquility and peacefulness of this beautiful part of the world.
No matter how industrialised farming has become, there’s still something that gives you an inner glow at harvest time.Last week the farmers pretty well finished the harvesting, so the gigantic John Deere tractors have also vanished from the lanes to a great extent. Its amazing how much bigger tractors are now. I have noticed that there have been a lot more bales of hay in the fields this year. I have it from a good farming source that it’s been an excellent year for hay, unlike in alot of the more wetter parts of the country. It would appear the cylindrical style bales are very “last year” now and a more retro box- like shape is “de rigeur”. We were out blackberrying the other day and saw three large Hungarian trucks loading up with bales at the farm up Eastbridge Road. The squarish shaped bales fitted perfectly into the wagons. Apparently we are exporting hay to eastern Europe. How strange is that?
http://www.hay-straw-haylage.co.uk/ Have a look at this if you’re a hay anorak (you know who you are)Back on the subject of hedgerow foraging, the Sloes which normally hang in great numbers from the Blackthorn hedges are in short supply this year. It’s going to be a struggle to harvest enough to make a decent bottle of Sloe Gin.
This summer seems to have passed really quickly, my mind is increasingly occupied with planning lessons for my Art History classes. These start at Hythe and Dymchurch in early October.
Meanwhile in the skies above Dymchurch we have, in the last few days, had the recurring sight of a Spitfire aeroplane flanked by two helicopters. This odd threesome make their way back and forward across the Marsh around fifteen times a day. Apparently you can pay (£400?) to go in the helicopters and watch while the Spitfire carries out manouvres a la Battle of Britain ( fortunately no Luftwaffe about) At first the sight of this iconic WW2 plane in the skies above Dymchurch, was an exciting thing to witness. It’s getting a bit tedious now. So can we have a Lancaster or a Wellington, just for a change?
As I write, the little trains on the Romney Hythe and Dymchurch railway continue to trundle by http://www.rhdr.org.uk/ . When they stop running for the season you know Christmas is not far away.
Roll on the Indian Summer.