This is really more of an Irish wolf hound’s eye view, if I’m honest. The cat had been taking photos for about an hour, and by the time she reached this field of barley her middle-aged knees were giving out, so she didn’t get right down close to ground level.
There’s an earlier shot in as an extra, in which the cat was contemplating the door of a beautiful barn in Ardens Grafton, and dreaming of all the lovely juicy rodents living behind it. I’d imagine that every property developer and wannabe within a 20 mile radius of this village salivates just as much whenever they contemplate the tasty profits lying just the other side of a high-spec conversion of this building. Personally I hope it stays unconverted, but I’ll be surprised if it does.