So, at about four o'clock yesterday we had two cars sitting on the drive and gleaming like new.
A couple of hours later were doing a bit of pottering about in the garden when we heard the rumble of machinery. In the distance I could see a combine harvester and accompanying truck running through the wheat fields - an idyllic late summer Suffolk scene little changed from when Constable painted his Hay Wain (apart from replacing the cart with the combine harvester).
We're new to this country living and we didn't quite appreciate the speed at which these modern agricultural monsters do the job. Less than half an hour later they had reached the field adjoining the garden.
And with them came dust clouds like a Saharan sandstorm.