Purple heather

This morning I lacked inspiration for a blip & sadly there were no striking cars featuring in the car park. I spotted a large heather bush in the hospital grounds & couldn't resist it's glorious colour. The words of the poem Bonnie Auld Scotland came to mind.

How grand are the mountains of bonnie auld Scotland,
Her torrents' wild waters, sun-jewel'd and gloaming;
How rosey the breath of each moorland and heath,
How lovely her lakes, and her valleys how blooming.
No foreign strand, no classic land,
Earth's fairest scenes together,
Can win our praise like yonder braes,
And fragrant hills of purple heather.

G. Bennett

Happy Easter!