Misty start to the day.

Woke this morning, in the holiday cottage, to a mist with even a sprinkling of rain,  However, it got hotter and hotter as the day progressed to the extent that we soon forgot we were in Dorset and it felt more as though we were in Majorca.
This would have been wonderful had we not decided to go on a walk that involved climbing Hambledon Hill at a height of 623 feet.  Coming down was even worse,  It was so treacherous that I was terrified of falling and sat down for a great deal of the way.   By the time we reached the pub I was a shadow of my former self.