Well, since we read this article in the Guardian about Oilseed Rape, our rural idyll here at Blogstead is no longer. We are at present surrounded by a sea of canary yellow. The deer are using periscopes and Poppy vanishes altogether. The article cheerily tells us that ‘oilseed rape crops receive on average three herbicides, two fungicides and two insecticides during the course of a growing season.’ So when my Chaplain and I take the morning air in the lime tree walk, we wear full chemical warfare outfits. The irony, of course, is that much of the crop goes to make biodiesel as part of the journey towards a cleaner and purer world. Another example of brindling, I think.