In the garden

A very relaxing Sunday included church in the morning, a surprising stressfully trip to Dobbie's for some plants, and then managing to persuade the good lady wife to go for a cycle around the loch to Dr Neal's garden; a little garden cared for by volunteers and free for passer-bys to wander through at their pleasure. It was mighty windy, and there was a piece of slate clanking around in the wind with this verse written on it.

Our last day off together for the next 19 days. What a grim thought.