Thanks -- nice reflective piece. I used to enjoy finding old equipment lying neglected or deserted, but now, with the price of recylced metal running as high as it is, there aren't many farmers who wouldn't sell stuff like that old harrow off.  My favorite encounter was once, hiking along a Cascades trail through a Wilderness area, we came upon a narrow-gauge locomotive, tender and four bogey-style log cars melting into the ferns and bear-berries. An entire train! The tracks had been sold off, so it was just happily sinking into the cedar duff.

I have the same feelings, since I spent my formative years in the Cotswalds farm country. But since moving to the States, I see many more rusted cars in junkyards than rusted ploughs in fields. I guess junkyards don't evoke the same nostalgia, do they?