Yellow Fields


Today was one of cloudy sunshine with April showers in the afternoon. We took an early morning drive into the forest.

Machinery on road

When we encountered a piece of heavy plant blocking East Hill in Lymington we wondered why, with the temporary lights at red, no traffic passed it on the way up. This, we discovered, was because there was a queue of vehicles too wide to manage it.

Moving on, the swiftly flowing ford stream at Norleywood did not deter a cheery cyclist.

Dog following woman leading another and a horse

Further along that road to the east, a black dog trailed behind a young woman leading white one and a horse.

A loaded tractor on Charles’s Lane

gave us plenty of opportunity to admire the flanking forest scenery.

Please keep to the main tracks

Throughout the New Forest at this time are posted requests to dog owners to keep their animals to the main tracks in order to protect ground nesting birds. This one is at Wootton, where

ponies blend or contrast with the landscape.

The Yellow fields along Hordle Lane are examples of those throughout the country in springtime.

“Selby House is a small farm in the middle of Northumberland.” It has this explanation on its website. “Rapeseed oil comes from oilseed rape, a root vegetable and cousin of mustard cabbage. The name is derived from the Old English term for turnip [the Latin] rapum. And yes, it comes from those yellow fields you can see in late spring.

Cold pressed means that the composition of the oil isn’t altered by heating. It isn’t the most efficient process but this oil isn’t about efficiency it’s about taste and purity.

The seed husk that is left over is called cake and this is mixed with other cereals into a safe and nutritious animal feed or some people use it in their solid fuel burners since it is a very low carbon renewable fuel.

The oil has delicious earthy, nutty taste – try it in dressings, stir fry, roasting, dunking.

Compared to olive oil it has half of the saturated fat and a much higher natural omega 3 content, the one in our diet that is often lacking.”

Becky and Ian arrived this afternoon and we all dined in the evening at Lal Quilla. Food, company, and service were all as excellent as ever. My main course was king prawn Ceylon, with chapatis. We shared onion bhajis. Kingfisher and Diet Coke were imbibed.

54 responses to “Yellow Fields”

  1. You are quite right, no heating is the key – so using these oils for cooking alters the chemistry. You are better off using butter or lard, I believe.

  2. Delightful Idyllic photos, and there are many fields here too with the aroma of rapeseed ..
    Loved the capture of lady walking horse and dog. πŸ™‚ wishing you an lovely rest of the week Derrick πŸ™‚

  3. I love the yellow field. I have come across very positive feedback about rapeseed oil, lately, as you point out in your article (the now fancy name for “canola”).

  4. WOW stunning derrick!! I love the information on the seed and the oil etc. My dad always told me that it was something like this and of the same name! I love those fields with the trees right in the middle. Wonderful shots derrick!

  5. We have grown up frolicking in mustard fields and mango orchards. Rapeseed oil was a staple ingredient in our homes. Thanks for those pictures: they go straight to my heart.

  6. We have a yellow field opposite our house, it makes a great view first thing in the morning. As well as good there are a lot of bad things said about rape seed oil. Same as with anything in life I suppose!

  7. I loved the yellow fields and your information was very interesting, Derrick. The woman leading a white dog on a leash and holding the reins of the horse was a fun capture!
    My favorite shot was the white horse amidst yellow field, under the tree which gave us a great silhouette! πŸ’›

  8. We have may Rapeseed fields here in Australia, we call them Canola fields as they are the source of our Canola oil, great informative post Derrick, and as usual beaut pics.

  9. Hello (from Paris – France)
    I like to discover blogs with landscapes different from the one in which I live. To see the daily lives of people who live far from home, to see a nature that I do not know here

    Sometimes, however, as for these fields of mustard, one could believe oneself in the French countryside.

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