The Death of the Fields

February 27, 2015

Last week the sign appeared. It looked innocuous until you read it. It announced the death of the fields. Housing development was imminent. For me the fields were like a taste of country in the city, an ever changing landscape. A place where I could catch glimpses of beautiful sunrises.

Sunrise

Sunrise

A place where I could watch the changing crops and seasons, one year the fields were yellow from the rape seed flowers, another year they were golden from ears of corn.

FieldsA place where wildlife could be seen, butterflies dancing among the nettles, a pheasant making a break for it and running giddily across the field into the distance. Once I disturbed a heron standing in the stream, contemplating the water, before it took off with its wide wings beating the air. A place of tranquillity, where a morning walk is filled with bird song. A place with hidden secrets, where we found hidden apple trees and blackberry bushes. We picked the bounty and went home to make apple and blackberry strudel. A place filled with memories.

We went for a walk by the fields before they disappeared. Taking in the view under brooding skies that were filled with foreboding. The dog was happy to run and play along familiar paths. Happy to be off the lead and exploring. My son ran with him, they raced each other, seeing who was faster.

FieldsThe skies grew darker as we walked, the sun doing it’s best to shine though. Beams of light being filtered thought the clouds.

Fields

We reached the dipping pools, nothing stirring in the water, no pond skaters or dragonflies until the weather gets warmed. The floor was muddy as it had been raining and the dog turned from white to brown. We stopped at a bench for a while, taking in the view.

Fields

As the skies grew darker we decided to head for home. We had left it late, hail rained down, stinging our faces and turning our hands numb. We ran, trying to find cover. Heading for the woods where we might find shelter under the trees.

FieldsIt stopped before we made it, leaving a frosting of hail over the ground. A frosting that soon disappeared, as if it had never been there. Pretending it had been sunny all along.

FieldsWe got home and made hot drinks, cold but happy from our walk. Enjoying the fields for the last time. Now the diggers and bulldozers have started to appear. Orange lines mark where the houses will be built and portacabins are being put into place. The work will begin soon and the fields will die.

Read more: The Passage of Time

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall

21 responses to “The Death of the Fields”

  1. Rachel says:

    how sad that the fields are going to be taken over. Even though sad i really enjoyed this post though and all the lovely pictures

  2. Cheryl says:

    Aww that’s really sad. They started the work really quickly too. Opposite our house, we have an enormous car park that goes across to the school. It’s nearly always empty at weekends and during the holidays so the kids love it for riding bikes, playing football, doing chalk drawings, etc. About 18 months ago, a sign went up to say they’d be building houses and a small block of flats there. We were gutted but since then, nothing – not sure if the idea has been binned or thy just haven’t got round to it yet, but it is really sad when you lose your stomping/playing ground.

  3. Coombe Mill says:

    It’s such a shame to see the fields being turned into housing, England is slowly losing all it’s green spaces. It’s great that you managed to get out and enjoy the fields and their fresh air one last time before the building work began. Thanks for linking up with Country Kids.

  4. Such a shame, it’s good that you have a souvenir with the photos and I know we need more housing but a pity they have to be built on countryside

  5. How sad but I must admit our house is built on land that used to be a small nature type area next to the river. The houses on the main road lost their view. We didn’t know the area before we moved here. Thankfully the builders had to make a big part of the land an official nature reserve and they put something in that stopped the river flooding the main road. There is also a very nice walk into town that they created x

  6. What a poignantly written post and how sad that your fields are being taken away. I know new houses are needed but it breaks my heart to read about green spaces being taken away, especially when there seem to be so many brown field sites that could be used instead. Looks like you have some great photos and memories to try and blot out those bulldozers. #countrykids

  7. Ninja at says:

    that is so sad

    Great pictures by the way

  8. Galina V says:

    So sad, just heartbreaking. Our little town is also inundated by the greedy contractors pushing with their development plans. They never stop until they ruin everything around.

  9. So sad to lose such a gorgeous place, beautifully written and lovely photographs x #countrykids

  10. Stacey Guilliatt says:

    So sad to lose a beautiful place like this, one I’m sure you will miss greatly. Such a poignant post x #countrykids

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