The narrow way leading up to the farm from the main
road had a gate, so cattle could not wander off on to
the main road getting. The way had three furrows, two
caused by narrow cartwheel, and one much wider from
the horse´s hoofs. Deep furrows meant a hard-working
farm. The landscape was flat and often windy and on my
way to school I tried to walk where the horses had trod,
the soil was softer there and the horseshoe patterns told
me if it had been a small or big horse that had last pulled
a cart here and if the load had been heavy.
A knowledge that was totally useless and I often wonder
why I remember it so clearly, like a black and white photo.
Lately, I have been remembering these ways and its users,
I often think if there is a message here I have overlooked.