As dull and wet as it was today, I visited some private gardens that were opened for the Scottish Open Gardens scheme. Funds raised go to charities. There were set fees with concessions. If wanted, for a princely sum of £2, I could have afternoon teas with home baking, as much as I could eat, I was told.
The hall was busy with afternoon tea takers. A coach, which arrived when I queued to obtain my garden visits ticket and gardens location map, disgorged another thirty plus people to swell their ranks. The best strategy, I decided, was to head off to the gardens, before the hordes finished their refreshment.
The first stop was Granny’s Garden;
Globules of rain water sat on plants and our feet squelched as we walked on the sodden ground.
Just the thing, at the next garden stop, a rocking break.
In another garden I spied an accidental rain water collector.
What a delicate flower, one that was ready to multiply;