They were at it all night – four giant machines just across the road from Blogstead working their way through a vast field of broad beans. We woke up to the smell of them and to the roar of the machines.
Still – a beautiful Perthshire early-Autumn morning as we headed for Pitlochry and Blair Atholl. The mist was doing that wonderful thing of lying along the line of the Tay and the Tummel with sunshine all around. But by the time we were coming back, it had returned to being just an averagely dull September afternoon.