Autumn is on its way

I am still not quite sure why I was mesmerised by the stacks of hay that we passed on our way to Stow.

Perhaps it was the tidy way these incredible sculptures were arranged around the field?
Perhaps it was the backdrop of undulating fields moving towards a horizon of hills in the far distance?

Perhaps it was just the tidy way they were stacked, not a straw out of place.

Or could it have been the feeling that they significed the papable fact summer was making way for autumn and all was safely gathered in?