The last of the Meconopsis

After a catch up with an old friend at the Botanics (I’m 89 you know) I went in search of the Meconopsis but this was the only one left, battered by the wind and rain like the rest of us. Off to meet another not quite so old friend in the pub to talk about walking…when the sun shines. He’s bagged all the Munros and has the sore knees to prove it.