In search of Primula Scotica

Blipper Northern picked me up yesterday evening to take me to Yesnaby to hunt down the second flowering of the tiny primula about an inch tall- Primula Scotica. Yes you and me both, never heard of it, but there it was, not just one, but an embarrassment of them, so tiny that it was hard not to stand on them.

It was not the sort of evening to invite much more than a look at the cliffs and the WWII gun emplacements in the mist and drizzle before it was back to mine for coffee and chat.

It was still murky this morning, but without the drizzle, when I rolled out to tick another box on my ‘to do’ cycle rides. Today it was to make it to Houton in Orphir. Had IainatCreel and Mrs Creel been at home, I might well have breezed in for breakfast, but it was lucky for them that they were on the other side of the Pentland Firth.

The murk magically vanished about lunch time and this after noon I’ve spent too long sitting outside in the sun in the lee of the garden wall. It’s a scorcher by my standards…. not by the standards set in California , Oregon or Canada.