Our village is in the centre of a farming community and when the Harvest Festival is celebrated in October there is a real sense of thanksgiving. The church is filled with local produce: all surfaces covered with fruit, vegetables and flowers and a harvest loaf baked by a churchwarden on the altar. The pews are full and it is a very joyful occasion with loud singing of familiar hymns and a background of bells. After the service there is a Harvest lunch in the village hall where plates are loaded with local meats and homemade salads followed by blackberry and apple crumble with clotted cream. MrM bid furiously for a jar of local honey, home made apricot jam and the largest cauliflower I have ever seen in the auction of the harvest offerings and so we will be eating cauliflower cheese for a week. When we left the hall we could see the big field on the opposite hill was freshly ploughed, the end of one cycle and the beginning of the next.