Phew! What a scorcher as the Sun once said. But in the Highlands 27C is obscene. We will gratefully return to the Haar of Hutton tomorrow. Heat plus midges is a challenge and may be Mr Fish introducing a change of tactics. This morning we went to the local Piscie church known as the Tin Tabernacle. Piscie in the morning RC in the afternoon. What would Mr Paisley make of that I wonder. To escape the heat we climbed someway up one of the local hills but at all of 1000 feet there was no noticeable change in the temperature. But it was too early for the midges. But not fun walking it has to be said.
On the way we went past the jawbone not of an ass but of a large sheep and the skull of a Red deer-had they succombed to the heat? We bravely ploughed on and were spared.
Heavy traffic presumably on the M9. West Indies crumbling fast and there will be little for us to do on our return Borderswards. Tomorrow is notionally a Bank Holiday in Scotland only. No perceptible difference to a week day. Prudent Frugal Scottish Folks don't go to the Bank on Mondays to spin out their cash reserves except perhaps in Shetland where 'frugal' means generous, even spendthrift. Look it up if you don't believe me. It will there spoil a good punch line about 'Frugal me! Frugal Me!' said the Maiden. And Sir Lancelot duly frugalled her. No, don't ask: Dim of Duns.