Not really a ‘picture’ but a ‘view’ – as seen from our bedroom.
We have had a very busy few weeks with rushing to get the garden make over finished before welcoming the cousins from far flung places – New Zealand, Spain and London. The work in our ‘back green’ took much, much longer than anticipated and we felt we were living on a building site for months.
M and his team of garden gnomes undertook a big task – removing about 10 tens of red chips, turning all the slabs through 90 degrees, excavating various enormous lumps of concrete and much more….
… old clothes poles removed and the ‘lawn’ reshaped.
It is still not quite finished but at least we are able to enjoy coffee (or something stronger) on the new deck area.
I am really pleased with the curved palisade fence – in spite of all the jokes about Cowboys and Indians.
Really should have brought the washing in before getting the camera out. There are still two features to be added to complete the garden – a curving, stepping stone path diagonally across the grass and two diamond shaped, raised herb beds on the biggest pebbled area. Then all I need to do is keep on top of the ‘wild flowers in the wrong place’ aka weeds!
We were too busy when my cousins were staying for a few days to sit about much – eating, talking, drinking, talking, sightseeing, talking, drinking etc. I love showing people around this beautiful island we have chosen to live on because I invariably spot things I haven’t noticed before.
The weather was a bit grey and chilly but the sun did shine occasionally.
The visit to Ardencraig Gardens came with a severe warning from the Council ….
A trip to Bute is never complete without visiting Mountstuart – no matter how often I have been there I always happily return.
I wasn’t too sad when I waved goodbye to my cousins – I hasten to add they were delightful guests – because we were meeting up again a few days later with yet more cousins.
The seven cousins able to meet up in Glasgow had a hilarious afternoon reminiscing – we all spent many childhood holidays together with Grannie in Whiting Bay. Most conversations started with ‘my Grannie said ….’ to be instantly shouted down with ‘our grannie ….’
Apart from my cousins there have been many more visitors to Rothesay, it being Glasgow Fair. There is a tradition here that all the Christian congregations hold an ecumenical evening service at the ruins of St Blane’s Chapel on the middle Sunday of the Fair. Last year it had to be cancelled because of near gale force winds and torrential rain but the weather was much kinder last weekend.
St Blane’s was tranquil in the early evening sunshine – fortunately with just enough of a breeze to keep the midges at bay.
The cloud was really beginning to thicken as we all strolled back down the hill – creating wonderful effects with the sun shining through over Dunagoil with Arran on the left and Kintyre behind.