6 months to Christmas.
After the hunt was cut short on Friday due to time constraints, I arranged to meet my friend, Terry, back at the site on Sunday morning.
And as Sunday was due to be the warmest, if not hottest day of the year, we were going to be there early.
Jools and I had coffee, then packed to leave, reaching the site via quiet lanes well before eight, but the temperature was already building.
A quick search of the original site, then a walk along the down to the newly found (by us) one, where could already see Terry high above us.
Also there was a guy from Devon, another Graham, and he had come to look to.So, the four of us began to search the down for the little green bugger.
I am pretty sure we looked at every spike, at least once, and although we found some very nice spikes, not the one we were looking for.
A short drive away is the site I saw the hybrid last year, and this really was the last throw of the dice stuff. Its a long hike up the down, and across to the steep side.
Here, the spikes were already well past their best, with just a couple worth seeing and snapping, but certainly nothing of any note.It was half eleven, twenty six degrees, and too hot for any more.
We all bailed.
Jools and I drove home, where once inside we both had a long, cold drink before brunch of fruit and croissants.
For three hours we sweltered inside, too hot for anything. But then came the cooking.I asked Jen what she and Sylv would like to eat on Sunday: "roast" said Jen.
So, on the hottest day of the year, I roasted leg of lamb for some two hours, steamed vegetables, roasted potatoes and baked Yorkshire puddings.
By six, it was like I had crawled in the oven, but the meal was wonderful, and most cleared their plates.
But still hot.
We sat outside in the shade of the house for an hour, just talking, by which time it was eight and time for Jen and Sylv to go home, and for Jools and I to clear away the last of the washing up, have a brew, then go to bed.
Phew rock and roll.
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