We had some excitement across the road today. While Cambridgeshire swelters in un-British temperatures, the field opposite our house caught fire
Since it was barley due for harvesting and ready for haymaking, the fire spread quickly.
Fire engines doused the original line of fire from the drove at the end of ours and then moved into our drove as the wind turned, to direct an offshoot from the original fire-line in our direction.
The fire moved frighteningly fast..
Six fire-engines, an incident truck and two police cars later, it was subdued just before it reached the (new) telegraph poles that carry our broadband.
Drones were sent over to check for sparks smouldering in the rest of the field and in the field across the dyke from our house.
Then we were able to open our windows again, relieved that nothing worse than smoke and some scraps of burned hay had invaded our homes.
As the emergency services left, the poor farmer was ploughing over his cremated hay.