Sunday

My usual Sunday routine, such as it is, was disrupted by the dog sitting. Several forays into Pollok Park including a recce of the rhododendron walk which we will be doing with Glasgow Ramblers later in the week.
These poppies caught my eye, along with the courgette flowers in the kitchen garden. I have only eaten the latter once, somewhere in Italy where they were a great disappointment, 90% doughy batter and no flowery crunch.
In between walks I sat on the balcony intermittently cross stitching and reading the paper while Rhuari sat on the sofa looking at the squirrels.