In the Southern Granite Belt and Southern Downs sunflowers grow. Standing tall facing the sun (mostly), in fields under the never-ending blue skies.
The only other time I have come across a field of sunflowers standing tall, was in Suffolk when things were unravelling and my head was a bit of a mess. There they were, just on the side of the road near the turn off to Aldeburgh, nodding in the breeze with a sign that invited the passing traveller to stop and "Pick Your Own". We didn't.
So when we heard whispers of these fields, and secret trails on social media we knew we had to go. Getting there was a bit of a drive, further than we thought, but that is half the fun of a spontaneous roadie.
Although the weather was starkly different to where we had last spotted a sunflower field, there were similarities. Roads dissected fields and farms like ribbons, and no fences defined the edge of the fields. It was a bit like driving those country lanes in Suffolk again. And then finally, there they were, and we weren't the only ones looking for that perfect instagram photo or perfect angle.
I don't think these were for picking at all, perhaps they were destined for florists, or to become sunflower oil...
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