A visit to Edinburgh to meet more cousins yesterday allowed for a stroll in the Royal Botanic Garden, with its glorious beech hedge
the Palm House, built in 1834
and a giant Gunnera,
with a pair of hands to show the scale.
A wind turbine on the moors behind the estate, whilst eliminating the beauty that used to be, which we enjoyed a few visits ago, does have (often disputed) green credentials.
And then back to base, to sit in the gardens and sip on a cocktail, drinking in the green that surrounds. This trip is all to rapidly coming to an end, with many things done, much said, but equally much left undone and unsaid.