After the show
I’m back from Bonnie Scotland where the heather grows. That’s the start of a song lyric, I just have to find the rest. I went up for the village flower show. The hot weather earlier had pushed everything and most of the outdoor blooms were a bit ragged but you now what gardeners are, they always seem to be able to produce a show. The old friends are beginning to slow down but can still find something in the border for a show entry. I thought the rock bun judges were ‘blin’, the second prize bun was just a scone not looking like a rock at all. I complained but the judges were deaf as well as blind.