Preston Summer Fields
Thursday. It was Scorchio! again today… not sure exactly how high the temperature rose, but it was definitely approaching the melting point of this beardy middle-aged bloke. Fortunately, I had a long supervising shift in our air-conditioned office, so I escaped the worst of the heat. I took the slow route home again, avoiding the Canterbury traffic. The sun hung low over the fields near Preston, with just a few traces of cloud in the otherwise clear sky, and I stopped by the river to take this. For supper this evening, Raff cooked a lovely fisherman’s pie with leeks and basa.
