Strong winds at Ballyroe. The track starts out as the last shower of the day passes over the farm, the rain at first gathering in a puddle in the yard, then running off the side of the hay shed, onto the ground, and finally blowing off the trees. The shower eases off and the wind picks up. We stop into the barn on the way to the fields, with the metal cladding on the roof and walls banging and rattling as the wind gusts through the open door. Reaching the fields, the easterly wind picks up even more. We stop in the barley underneath a row of pine trees, and move along the hedgerow out towards the open fields.