Sunday

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

It's as if the weather is having a little joke now; piling on the gloom in an attempt to see if it can make the people of Scotland run mad. It's not tornadoes or cyclones or floods or anything one can really complain about. It's just flat and dirty and filthy. All I can do is take many, many close-ups, and eat the chicken soup. Which was rather fine, even though I do say so myself. I put pearl barley in it, which is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Now I am going to eat a piece of cheesecake, for afters.

This is actually a bit of my house. I think it looks like something from Easter Island:

Obviously, on a day like today, one random stone picture was not enough, so I give you two:

Buds, of course:

The hellebores are looking very sad, but the little euphorbia is coming back:

I found a perfect ivy leaf:

And have counted six clumps of snowdrops:

The salix is looking pretty, at least:

And there are always the old beech leaves:

The murk:

Even the ladyships are getting slightly fed up:

And again, there is no sight of the hill: