Border

Had to go via the post office, so misjudged the timing slightly and got to the West End a bit early for yoga. Dawdled around admiring the plantin in the beds which I always think of as Topher's, although I think someone else planned them. Amazingly resilient and relatively low maintenance I think.

Had a chat with DG and arranged to meet on Wednesday for an official blether.

D back from the island with slightly hair-raising tales of Bill beaching and tipping over the mini-tractor last night which then had to be hauled to safety (and Bill checked out at A & E - massive bruising but nothing broken). They had the Saltire at half-mast today for Il Papa.