A beautiful view from the top of the farm.  Most of the bales I see are HUGE blocks so these seem rather mini by comparison. And,I remember when these round bales seemed so big compared to the old rectangular bales, which could be pitched by hand.  Pitching bales by hand is one of Father's teenage memories.  Life is so mechanised that Son cannot really get involved until he has a driving licence.  Another 12 months to go then...