Sequoiadendron moderateum

After lots of porridge with ginger for breakfast I seized the morning and got right to it vegetated on the settee for an hour doing a couple of word puzzles and then realised it was nearly midday and I had to get to the bank.  Fortunately the clock on my mantleplank is still on BST so I actually had lots of time.

I trundled into town, did banky stuff and took a leisurely ride round the back of Liberton Hospital where they demolished something years ago that I can't remember (edit: Protein Fractionation, Estates, HQ et al), and then headed up the hills.  While stopped to eat my banana and blow ugh out of my head I spotted a familiar sort of tree, so naturally I had to investigate.  The light brown, spongy bark told me all I needed to know!  It's not super tall, and only probably about four metres around so I'm guessing it was planted around the same time as the big house, Craigend Park, later the Kingston Clinic, later again, converted to posh flats) was built, in 1869.

Recharged, I headed to the garden centre to buy a rake, because I am going to clear some leaves off the railway path before they turn into brown slurry in time for winter.  After lunch it was time to saw and split and stow the wood that Mum and Dad brought yesterday.  I think I got about two dozen pieces out of three branches.

Mum and Dad came for tea not long after so we tucked into a big pie and had an evening of music and photos.