Flourishing

Mr H set off to the island again, his journey starting more prosaically this week on the no. 16 bus to Granton.  I went up to the allotment again and sowed some more seeds, more in hope than expectation. Some things seem to have survived the horrible weather quite well, in particular this garlic which allegedly originated from the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. Which is quite a mountainous sort of place, so I suppose its inhabitants must be quite tough.