Photo: 'féileacán' Flickr
There were burnished seas like this stretching as far as the eye could see in the flat plains of Poland as we drove to Warsaw many years ago. No doubt they are still there now....this minute. Fields of sunflowers turning their heavy heads, golden and brown towards the sun. Swaying in vast undulating waves. And there still sweeping across them a hot black ribbon of road, sweeping through mile after beautiful mile of massive, open flatlands. Polska meaning 'the people of the flatlands', always invaded by advancing armies in wars because it's mostly lowland with very little that is mountainous. There were hills where we lived but they weren't very big, just small rises really, but there was the great river Vistula ploughing across the land in rippling majesty or in Winter thick and slick with huge ice-flows. Farmers drove their farm-carts along these roads always standing not sitting, whilst the main vehicles were massive trundling lorries or tiny Polski Fiats often with great tall, fat men folded up inside them in order to drive.
The sun is shining this morning but there is a mist, a proper Autumn morning. Soon leaves will begin to redden and in a week or so the children are back to school and we move on - we move onwards, to Christmas. Carols and baubles, tinsel and glitter, and breathtakingly a whole new Year.