All around here, the fields are full of ripening oilseed rape, destined to join the mix of ingredients which make the margarine and oils we use in our food. Beautiful to look at, it has its own distinctive scent which hangs heavily in the air; so much so that it is not unusual to know that a field of rape is close by before it can actually be seen. The bright yellow fields are, unfortunately, murder for hay fever sufferers.
I was drawn to this particular field by the poppies; a splash of bright red surrounded by a sea of yellow.
More were nestling along the edges (along with a few patches of cow parsley).
I've never smelt rape b4! Them poppies are b-e-a-utiful :)
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