End of winter at Ross Priory, Loch Lomond. Though still a bit early in the season, there were just the beginnings of the rhodys and spring bulbs coming up. Everything was dripping as I made a tour around the garden, umbrella and camera in hand.
I was there for the soirée - dinner followed by an evening of music; this month with an Irish theme. Being too wet to spend long in the garden I fairly quickly retreated indoors to the fire and glass of Merlot with the other guests arriving for the evening.
I happily go along to these events on my own; Iain finds himself "otherwise engaged". Reporting back on the evening I ... well, we both ... chuckle at the recurring pattern: nodding to people (his former colleagues) who, upon seeing me hove into view, always warmly greet me with "Hello-Barbara-And-Tell-Me-How-Is-Iain?"
Reflections in the area of the walled garden.
Helibores dripping, dripping, dripping.
Looking on to Ben Lomond in the distant mist and the water of Loch Lomond.