August, indeed

[Sweder]

A small update to say that the fated calf (see what I did there?) has held up under lightweight scrutiny, including a 3 mile plodette this morning. I'd celebrated the return of Fursty Ferret by draining three of them last night. Having slept in I found myself heading out with the sun high above, almost throbbing in its haste to bake the hills. The result was a sweat-fest, a lumbering hack through waist-high, wheat-white grass and bobbing pastel wildflowers. The dogs came along reluctantly, looking at me through accusing eyes.
'We should have been out here hours ago' their skulking look implied. Quite right too.

I'll go again in the morning, a little earlier, perhaps. Might even try a lurch up to Blackcap.