Hotter than July

I'm afraid it's another bee. It was that or another gravestone, as I was recording again this morning. I managed a group of five in the sun before heading into the shade where, fortunately, there was a row waiting to be done.  I had a nice chat with a lovely 90-year-old lady, who lived in the village for 48 years, and her son-in-law, who was born in the same village as me. You never know who you're going to meet.