After the thrill of watching the Tour de France whizz past in a cloud of dust on a fast section where the crowds were less thronging and there were just a sprinkling of us fledgling cycling fanatics along the country verges, we walked home across a patch of moorland.
The day being warm, and having plenty of time, we decided to strike off across the moor, leaving the path behind, in the hope of maybe catching sight of a snake or a lizard.
It’s not a great idea to do this in poor weather. It’s more tiring than on the path, and it’s easy to get lost. We didn’t see either of the reptiles, but did see something darting among the heather twigs.