Wonderful! The hay making photographs took me right back to the late 40s/early 50s when I helped out on a local farm as a boy. Us kids sat on the top of the wagon, caught the "stooks" thrown up by pitchfork by the men, and stacked them neatly.

When the wagon was full, everyone would climb up and the horses would trundle us all back to the farm. I suppose the art of rick making and tending has been lost. If I remember rightly, an iron rod was thrust into the rick to make sure it wasn't too hot (caused by it being too damp at making).