First Scent of the Year

As I turned on to the Water of Leith I detected my favourite smell, the smell of my 1970s childhood 'down the burn' in Scotland - the dog rose. Followers of this blip might remember how I wax lyrical about the scent and look of these wee beauties. I was in a hurry to get to work so didn't stop to smell the roses on the way out. On the way home however, I stopped, I smelled and I snapped a photae. Heaven.

So annoyed at myself - I missed yesterday's blip. Realised at 12.09pm that I'd not taken any photos that day. Curses. Too late to fix it.