Fading

Had to get up earlier than I would have liked (in Crail) in order to get back to Edinburgh for some bones that had allegedly turned up for Mr H. Turned out when we got back that they were still in transit (or possibly Transit) from Hereford, so he was able to come back home. I went up to the allotment briefly, but the day never properly recovered from the lack of sleep.
 
The everlasting sweet pea flowers have a charming way of changing colour from pink to mauve as they fade.