Smitten

Another fine day in prospect so a trip out was planned. It could have been to a beach, a woodland walk, a hill to amble up, but no, it just had to be to a garden centre. Smeaton, down East Lothian way. What a cracking place - I reckon you could spend a fair bit of money there (ahem). 
Anyway, the SK wanted a little tree as the centre point of her cottage garden. Though getting our fourth apple tree wasn’t the plan until she saw the variety James Grieve: the trees in her childhood home. But with a nod to that, this is actually a Red Falstaff - one of whose genetic parents is James Grieve. How very apt.
So home to dig and potter about until the daughter arrived; we cracked open a couple of beers and sat in the sun. And we heard all about her wanderings in Rome (she does not recommend the Vatican, ha) and further afield. A place whose name was errr, don't ask her, S organised it all.