Hot.
A gentle freshness in the intermittent breeze off the water, however, keeps us relaxed despite the swelter of the sun, the cars that sweep past and the lorries that roar and rattle, on today's unromantic A85 route at the top edge of Loch Awe.
I notice humbler roadside companions today, dock and cow parsley, plantain and catsear, and many grasses I cannot name; dully green, and robust, all of them, insistently thriving in these shallow, dry verges.
What is, is, and that is good.
13.5 miles