Since we moved back to Sussex two and a half years ago, one of the seasonal markers I look forward to every year is seeing the rapeseed in bloom. The farmers rotate the crops so you are never quite sure which field is going to burst into yellow flowers until it actually happens and then I try and dash out as soon as I can to take some photos. The first photos aren’t necessarily the best ones, but if you hesitate the weeks slip by and you miss the moment entirely.
Last year the rape was literally the other side of our garden fence, but this year it’s not quite so conveniently located. There is some a little way down the lane, but to access the field you need to go down a track with ominous signs telling you to keep out, so instead we headed north where the explosion of yellow borders the main road.
We turned my photographic expedition into the morning walk and took the dogs and Theo’s bike with us. Somewhere along the route Theo started complaining that his eye was hurting and of course the more he rubbed it the redder it got – not brilliant for the photos I was hoping to take, but we thought it probably wasn’t serious and we’d look at it when we got home.
I took a few pics of Theo and then recruited Jim for a rather important annual job – the updating of my social media picture! Two years ago on a weekend walk Jim took a photo of me standing in a rape field and I have used it as my online face ever since. It’s distinctive and rather memorable, but it has created a problem! At blogging conferences people don’t instantly remember my name or blog, but they do often remember me as “the woman with the yellow field behind her” – aaahhh! So now I feel trapped into only updating it when the rape is in bloom.
So the sky was grey, the harbour behind was devoid of water as it was low tide and Theo has one rather red and blotchy eye, but at least I got a current photo of me with-a-yellow-field-behind!
If the weather perks up and the flowers last and perhaps most importantly if I’m feeling brave enough to ask Jim to take a photo a second time, we might try another run at it, but for now I’ll have to settle with this…
Oh and if you are wondering, we returned home and on a whim decided to try Theo on half an anti-histamine to see if it would help his irritated eye. It did, which yes probably means that he’s allergic to rape fields – Ooops!
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