Here's Nobby

We were promised a delivery of plants today, for the new walled garden at the Spa and Fitness Centre at Archerfield, East Lothian.

So after doing a couple of routine tidy-up jobs, and having our coffee break it was clear that the plants weren't coming this morning, so we went back into the woodland garden and set about the leaves again.

Actually, it was bitterly cold this morning and it was quite nice to do a bit of raking and bagging just to warm ourselves up a bit.

This little chap was a constant, if very mobile, companion for the rest of the day. He would flit in to explore every bare patch we exposed, but he never stayed still long enough to get a decent blip in the reduced light of the woods.

We were just getting ready to go home when the plants lorry arrived.

Ah well.

Some days, eh?

PS My dad told me when I was a child that the nick-name for Robert was Bobby and for Robin was Nobby. I have no idea if this is true, but it has always stuck with me!