The past month or so, I’ve become more acquainted with the farm and - given my horrible sense of direction - have finally built an internal map and more or less know my way around.

A few times this week in the mid afternoon the sun has cast a long and liquid golden light over the fields. It is about the only time my otherwise filthy dog can look sweet and fluffy. But this amazing light doesn’t just bathe the autumn leaves in a burnished beauty, it also stretches out our shadows far and long…