Walkin' Blues

This morning we did the Seven Stile Walk before it got too hot. Or at least, that was the plan. In practice half way round we bumped into a lady from the village who was doing it in the opposite direction and stood talking for long enough to just slightly singe the top of my head. The picture is of stile number two on the walk (they are all fairly close together) with W heading off into the distance because I've stopped YET AGAIN to take a photo.