For the past year, I’ve been taking regular walks along the old lane that runs past the back of our flat, photoing the changes, flowers, visitors, all with a blog project in mind. Trouble is, it’s probably too big and I’ll just have to restart this spring and post each time I go along there.
Anyway, there at the corner is an old hay hut, with a ramp to upstairs, used in the past to stuff in the hay harvest. The farmer has retired, the son isn’t going to farm and as hay is now silage, it has fallen into dis-use, except to hold up the sign for the unused footpath. This week, the new tenant who runs his cattle on the fields demolished the shed. Now it will be the Easter fire for the farmer, a very pagan end.
Indicative of the change in farming, it’s a shame. So here is a memorial to one of the many dying hay huts of Austria!