3 NOVEMBER 1950, Page 21

COUNTRY LIFE

IT was a great day for the annual affair, when nine parishes in West Kent combined for the Weald Ploughing Match. I went down early, for the morning was tempting, beginning with a sunrise warm and as clear as a daybreak in June. The cherry orchards caught the horizontal beams, and their coral-coloured leaves, transparent and frail, played with the light, until the landscape, as far as I could see along the southern slope, became a stage-set built of spun glass.