Buttercups

Blipped this field full of buttercups as the bus whizzed past on the way back from Stirling. Unfortunately I didn't manage to get the two horses in the frame.

Once I got back from town I headed for the bench in the garden, armed with my book and lathered in SPF 30, but I had to admit defeat after about half an hour. It was too hot  - words we don't often hear in Scotland.