Garlic

Today we woke to find that  L had returned during the night after her week-long trip to Morocco - without having mentioned that she was coming! It was lovely to chat with her about it over breakfast, and catch up on the new life plans that she'd made. Django needed walking, so I took another trip to Roslin - as the Turf round was ending. The weather was dull, and the new leaves are starting to cut out light in the Glen, so I didn't photograph the mill. However, the ground was thick with wild garlic - or is it three-cornered leek? 

Back home, A and I got on with some much-neglected housework.