Sausage Rolls and Sangria

I headed over the Pennines. No one telling me how to drive, music blaring out.
Chris and I walked the dogs round the reservoir before it got too hot. The water board appeared to be shifting water between the reservoirs to quench the thirst of the people living on Teeside.
We ate Chris’s homemade sausage rolls for lunch accompanied by a jug of sangria or two. Fortunately it didn’t get too hot and we managed to have a soak in the hot tub after Prosecco and salmon for dinner.