Country Life
BY IAN NIALL THE lawnmower has been put away and the hedge no longer needs trimming. In a little while we may find ourselves with material for a bonfire, but, if we wait, even this task may be taken off our hands by importuning youngsters preparing for November 5. The log traders are making approaches and saying that logs will be scarce, as they always do. They, and the nip in the air, serve to remind us that winter is only a step or two away. On the farms they have finished in the rick- yards, and all that remains is the untidiness of the root crop and those rutted paths that tractor wagons make going to and fro. Else- where all is order, and the stubble is being turned under day after day, leaving the brown earth to be harrowed, sown, rolled and harvested in a pattern that, with intervals of fallow, has been going on since the ox pulled the wooden plough.
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