Botanic Garden

After my mother's funeral I had no interest in staying in the house any longer and so we decamped to Edinburgh.

I was especially pleased to get away from the bed that we had had. I had started to name the springs - I will never forget Vindictive, Spiky, Jaggy, Stabby, Malignant & Evil. They all attempted to make their mark.

In Edinburgh the first thing we did was to visit the Botanics. My favourite place in Edinburgh. However before we got there there was a none-too-common sight on the corner of our street.

It was about 10 in the morning and there stood a young man talking on his mobile telephone. You might think that was very common. But this particular man was wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms. He seemed quite unpreturbed by his state of deshabille and so we decided if he was happy, we would be happy for him.

The Botanics were as good as ever. A lovely bit of respite. And this was the pick of the flowers.