To get to Hardelot required a cross country journey through a succession of small towns and villages along narrow roads meandering through undulating countryside with golden fields of freshly cut hay contrasting with and harmonising perfectly against the rich green meadows with their herds of lazy grazing cattle.
Have Bag, Will Travel 
It must be an odd feeling to be surrounded in all directions, by the color of hay, or any solid color.
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Fields of flowering rape is a good example.
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Yes, I’ve seen that too. I had in mind our prairies with miles and miles of wheat.
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That’s a lot of hay!
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