Mother Trees in Haugh Wood, Herefordshire* Beside the old threshing floors in Eddie’s big barn, where the wagons were hauled in loaded with sheaves, were the great bays underneath the oak framed roof, where the sheaves would be stacked up to the rafters. The double doors gave a strong through-draught, and in the days when the winter was spent threshing the corn with flails, and winnowing the grain, this draught was used to blow the light chaff away and leave the heavy grain behind. To the side of one of the threshing floors were the steps up to the granary, where the winnowed grain was stored. My favourite place was under the granary stairs, a space with a work bench, and behind it under the granary a half-cellar where the cider was kept, trammed up in the half light, the liquid that fuelled the harvest as coca leaves fuel Bolivian miners.
Dirt into Soil
Dirt into Soil
Dirt into Soil
Mother Trees in Haugh Wood, Herefordshire* Beside the old threshing floors in Eddie’s big barn, where the wagons were hauled in loaded with sheaves, were the great bays underneath the oak framed roof, where the sheaves would be stacked up to the rafters. The double doors gave a strong through-draught, and in the days when the winter was spent threshing the corn with flails, and winnowing the grain, this draught was used to blow the light chaff away and leave the heavy grain behind. To the side of one of the threshing floors were the steps up to the granary, where the winnowed grain was stored. My favourite place was under the granary stairs, a space with a work bench, and behind it under the granary a half-cellar where the cider was kept, trammed up in the half light, the liquid that fuelled the harvest as coca leaves fuel Bolivian miners.