As Heather and I walked along the side of a field we came across tall black bulrushes growing in the deep ditch by the side of the footpath.

We continued on to the newly mown country park through a field of ripe wheat and my companion told me that when the wheat or corn is dry and ready to harvest one can sometimes hear it “cracking” if you listen very carefully.  I stopped and hoped to catch the sound but no luck this time.