Slow down, you move too fast

Back in The Shire, the weather has been Corfu-like in its warmth and sunshine.

West Bay - known to millions of television viewers as Broadchurch - is sparkling, with people chilling out, enjoying picnics and barbecues on the beach and the kiosks doing a roaring trade.

There are plenty of boats in the harbour and skippers pottering around in slow motion.

There's not much mackerel about - yet. But give it time, they'll be back.

From the sea, the sandstone cliffs look more beautiful than ever. Just don't stand on the edge or underneath them.

Inland, the young men who work for agricultural contractors are roaring through the narrow lanes of Lush Places at breakneck speed on tractors towing machinery the size of the Channel Islands.

Time is money, so they try to do it as quickly as possible.

I'm a farmer's daughter. I appreciate work needs to be done. I live in the countryside and farming life goes on, just as it should do. But these contractors are something else. It's not the local farmers' fault but it gives them a bad name by association.

As the crops stand by unfazed, these huge vehicles tear around as if they were late for a World Cup match.

(This is one of the slow ones. The bigger, wider ones went too quickly for me to capture on video.)

In the grand scheme of things, it's hardly the worst thing in the world. Terminal illness, war in the Middle East and the abuse of vulnerable people are rather more pressing.

Still, it's annoying when these leviathans on great big wheels refuse to slow down, charge around corners and hurl foul-mouthed abuse at women in wheelchairs who are in their way, which is what happened last week.

I wouldn't be at all surprised if someone doesn't put out a stinger before too long. Especially if they run over one of my cats.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x