Cinnabar Butterfly.

Went for a daunder along the coast with K & A again. Bus to Dunbar and then the John Muir Walkway Westward. We did our best to identify the flowers we passed and ate lunch on a dune.

On the way back we walked through the pine trees because by this time the sun was cracking the flags and none of us had brought hats or sun cream. In the shade were butterflies including this cinnabar butterfly. What a beauty, but would he sit still?

An ice cream in Dunbar and then the bus home.

The only down side is that I seem to have pulled a muscle turning cartwheels. I may be growing older, but I doubt I will ever grow up.