Summer suns are roasting...

 Well, be careful what you complain of - it's now a lot hotter, more or less unprecedentedly hot, though not quite. It was 31C or a bit more today here - that's 87.8F, and Mr L says it was more in our back garden. It's worse in London and on the continent of Europe, with terrible wild fires, so I shouldn't really complain but... it's certainly not pleasant. 

It was warm on Saturday but not horribly so, when we went for a hike with our walking friends in East Lothian, just outside the city. 

We walked along beside wheat fields, 

by the River Tyne, 

by dry stane dykes (walls made without mortar) 

and into East Linton, which is a pretty little place. 

Meanwhile, Big Grandson has become 11. The Edinburgh family are in London, and as his birthday treat, his Auntie Daughter 2 took him for a seventeen-stage journey round London yesterday (in the heat) on various different modes of transport. 

He was very happy indeed. 

It takes all tastes! 

He has a very good auntie. 

And she made him an appropriate cake. 

Today, however, they've all been inside, keeping out of the 33C sun till the evening, when they went to the local playpark. 

In Shetland, it's been 13C today - that's 55.4. That's the place to be just now!

This afternoon I cut out the binding for the second quilt for the bunk beds, but it's really too hot in the kitchen (which has two skylights - not good when the sun is overhead and this hot). The kitchen table is where I do my machining. So the binding is still not sewn on. Maybe later...