The lake seemed to be sleeping but standing on the bank the surface would break with a fish lazily trying to grab a meal from the surface with the ripples circling out till they flattened again in the sun. The hawkers are out and bout again and competing with the emperors and chasers flitting in the heat haze. All was quiet.
Walking the dogs this afternoon there was an amazing amount of life if you stopped for second or too, looking and listening. The dogs were panting even in the shade but Poppy had had a makeover today and was loving every minute.