After seeing depressing Gary, (previous post) I was in the rural landscape of Hampshire when I passed this inviting wheat field. Stopping the car, I got out, stretched my legs and breathed in the country air.
God it stunk.
Must have been a herd of diarrhetic horses nearby who had just left their deposits for me. Tiptoeing through the mounds of steaming ****, I held my nose in one hand and clicked the camera with the other. Such dedication to the art is astonishing. And all just for you, oh, unknown viewer.