Fields of Gold

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves,
Upon the fields of barley,
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky,
As we walk in fields of gold."

- Sting, Fields of Gold

If only there had been a west wind moving this afternoon, or a wind in any direction! I thought that there might have been a breeze up in the Cheviot Hills but even there the air was hot and still. A very busy day but I managed to stick the camera out the van window when I was up near Morebattle to take a picture of all the golden fields and the Eildon hills in the background.