Coquetdale

The adders are loving basking in this heat. My involuntary yelp as I came upon one on my walk today caused it to slither off into the heather, so no Blip of him.

This is the view of Coquetdale as I walked over the moor to see Ailie in the next village. It was hot and the flies were out. I just caught her between her Sicily and Greece trips.

I managed to get some weeding done before it got too hot.