It's a worrying time when someone is suddenly admitted to hospital with meningitis. Though not a member of our family, none-the-less, it preys on one's mind. "I am not worried ... I am NOT worried ... I am not WORRIED!" The fact is: I'm worried.
What to do? With no worry beads to hand, pace up and down? Get on the phone? Get off the phone?
Well ... one answer: go smell the flowers.
What to do? With no worry beads to hand, pace up and down? Get on the phone? Get off the phone?
Well ... one answer: go smell the flowers.
Entrance to Ross Prioy, on the shores of Loch Lomond, last week of July. A wedding about to take place.
Full marks to the florist.
Inside the Walled Garden.
In the Rose Garden.
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