Garlic

Being the end of the Turf round, I took my traditional walk to Roslin Glen. Even on a dull day, it's looking very pretty with the new beech leaves, but what this photo doesn't capture is the smell of garlic: not wild garlic (although I found a little), but few-flowered leek. I threw a big stick into the Esk so Django could have the fun of retrieving it, and then we made our way back to Penicuik. 

The afternoon was one of relaxation ahead of another busy week.