Poppies

A most enjoyable day. I mean, a trip to the dump is always the bees knees. Look at all that crap that used to litter the adjacent plot that’s gone. I am mighty. I scour the earth of filth. Humankind, your days are numbered. Change your ways or suffer my wrath!
But then we went on to B&Q and picked up some sandpit sand for the daughter’s kiddywinks and snaffled a few plants. I was very taken with a couple of poppies which looked particularly lovely through my sunglasses. Just like this.

Oh, and  the Edinburgh Book Festival announced that it was reluctantly no longer accepting money from Baillie Gifford due to a campaign from Fossil Free Books. Remarkably, in this time of tribalism, dozens of Scotland's top writers have popped their heads above the parapet, including Val McDermid, Liz Lochead, Jackie Kay, Chris Brookmyre, Andrew O’Hagan and Alexander McCall Smith, in an open letter to the Scotsman raising concerns about the campaign and future of the festival saying that, "a strategy of protest which results in EIBF being left without a principal sponsor will jeopardise its future: this would be a Pyrrhic victory, and merely deprive writers and activists of platform and influence.”
I suspect Alex Massie won’t pull his punches quite so much.