Golden hour

In the 13 years our parents have owned this house the field behind has always been for sheep, but for some reason this year it’s been planted with wheat. Last night I took an evening stroll through in the still-wilting heat with my camera in the hope of capturing the golden hour.

wheat field in summer

trees edging wheat field

hands holding wheat

furrow in wheat field


wheat field

wheat close up{all Decorator’s Notebook}

The light was a gift. It was still so warm the wheat smelled grassy-sweet in the sunshine and the red Wiveliscombe earth was baked red beneath my feet. I couldn’t resist lying down in a furrow made by the tractor’s wheels, looking up to the blue sky and breathing the scent of a British summer all around me.

Bethan - Decorator's Notebook
Bethan - Decorator's Notebook