Blowing my own Trumpet

.... well no-one else is going to!

Gentiana acaulis, the Trumpet Gentian.   I removed a big clump of it from the old garden in Norfolk on my final visit, more in hope than expectation of it's survival.   So far, so good.   Seeing it in flower transports me to the high mountains where I've seen countess numbers on many occasions.   Great memories.

A bitty sort of a day.   Work, appointment for Jamie, window cleaning, stuff!