Yesterday was a gorgeous evening. I must say that I love the contrary way Ireland surprises us sometimes with the weather.
You get a few weeks when it seems certain that Autumn is well and truly here, and depressingly it's time to pack away the shorts and do a quick boys' anorak try on, when out of the blue we get summer's last Hurrah.
It's kinda like finding a rogue twenty quid in an handbag you're about to chuck in the bin.
Anyway, the fields surrounding our house were getting their last cut, (thank God, no more slurry), and the kids were out watching the tractor mold the grass into straight lines for baling.
Only this time it emerged that it wasn't a crusty old farmer driving the tractor with the spiky thing behind it, (the name escapes me!), but a lovely young girl.
Now obvs, this was a Girl Power photo opp that I simply couldn't miss, and so I was away across the garden, under the wire and into the field like a whippet...or at least as fast as my wedge heels would allow. (Very nice neutral ones with a buckle, since you ask -surprisingly comfortable too.)
I admit, she DID seem a little surprised to see me as I teetered towards her, iPhone in hand desperately trying to flag her down, but she covered it well...AND I got the pics.
So peeps, say hello to Laura- a mighty girl farmer in a (still mostly) man's world, who also just happens to be DDG*. You go girl!