And today, out of a stuffy building at lunchtime, it was positively hot, not something we`ve been saying that often this summer.
Bennachie shimmering away in the distance
the long and winding road - well long anyway -
and a stolid, grey church, pretty in the shade of some splendid trees.
Should be warmer as the long trek south to Festival Land begins, so warm in fact that thunderstorms are threatened....hey ho - que sera, sera.
Meanwhile, I am late to the party, but just discovering Stuart Maconie. Or rather, having known him as a musicologist (indeed saw him last year when he was on tour talking about The People`s Music) am just discovering his writing: try Adventure on the High Teas, a delightful, informed and shrewd analysis of that mythical animal "Middle England" and also Never Mind The Quantocks - how country walking can change your life, a "cull", as it says on the back of the book, from his monthly column in Country Walking. Has had me snorting into my coffee - a tad embarrassing when you`re on the train.
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