Whitehill

We (finally) had our first frost last night, and the weather was beautifully sunny, so A and I went for a walk with Django up the southernmost hills in the Pentlands. The first, White Hill, is grassy (see extra) and I was delighted to see that someone has added a brick imprinted "Whitehill" to its cairn. This will have been made at/for the Whitehill colliery, the site of which I passed yesterday in Rosewell. [Followers of football may have heard of "Whitehill Welfare" - the social club set up for Rosewell's miners.] 

The top of White Hill was easy to get to, but to the south is the higher summit of Black Hill. So named - I assume - since it's thick with heather, and a bit of a struggle to get up until we found a track by a fence. By then the cloud was coming in, but the views from the summit were still pretty (see extra). 

We were soon down, and had lunch at the Gordon Arms in West Linton, where staff and customers made such a fuss of Django, that I think he was glad to lie down to sleep beside our table!