R's rue

  It was significantly hotter today than it was on Tuesday when I walked on the moors above Buxton. However,  I was determined to have another nice walk in the countryside. After all, as Noel Coward once sang, "Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun". Young Clint and I did not travel far - just three or four miles to a long, straggly village to the south of Sheffield called Holmesfield. I abandoned Clint by a farm entrance after cracking all his windows open a little. "Don't leave me!" he wailed. "It's hot enough to fry an egg on me!" Naturally, I ignored him and two or three minutes later I snapped the shot revealed exclusively at the top of this blogpost. I was looking over a harvested field to Sheffield's southern suburbs and beyond.  From Fanshawe Gate Road, I headed up a kind of arboreal tunnel  that is in reality a bridle path for horse riders. It ran for half a mile or more. So cool and shady that I removed my sun hat for ...

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  Mrs Trellis told me off this morning for watering the planters in the heat of late morning. I apologised but told her as I was going to London today it was the only time I could do so. She pursed her lips  “ Another holiday?  She asked. I knew she was pissed at me, I can always read the signs now  She has vocalised before that sometimes I leave the dogs too often with Trendy Carol and her hubby I reminded her that I was only away overnight A treat for my birthday. She pulled the brim of  her white laced sun hat down and walked on with a warning “ Keep out of the sun” The girls down at Trendy Carol’s barked their welcome at the garden gate and she stopped to coo at them I hate being in Mrs Trellis’ bad books It’s like being told off by a favourite aunt She reminds me of Calpurnia, Atticus Finch’s housekeeper in some ways  “She’s a faithful member of this family and you’ll simply have to accept things the way they are...Besides, I don’...