Ron’s combine thunders its way across hills of farmland, scooping up nearly-rotten barley under the gaze of its headlamps. Had the night been brighter, it’s likely Ron would have missed the muted bloom of light above. As it is, he notices the burst of hydraulic steam and hears the unnatural throb of an N37 pulling back hard on everything.

It’s about time she learned to land more elegantly. She’s had plenty of time to practice.

A story of friendship across decades, futurism and sustainability, charting how little can change in fifty years and how much in the blink of an eye.