The Trossachs

Too nice a day to stay at home so we packed a picnic and set off for the Trossachs. We were not disappointed. The reflections were amazing.

Late afternoon I noticed an older man walking towards the flower bed I volunteered to look after. He had a bag and what looked like a knife. I was horrified to see him lifting plants at the edge of the flowerbed , slice the stalk and flowers off them and put the tubers in his bag! I marched across the road and challenged him.He was completely non plussed. Apparently he wanted them to keep until next year. No bad words crossed my lips but I told him in no uncertain terms how unhappy I was . Old rascal.