Hothouses

A fair-ish morning, trending to rain later. The loquacious Alan had others to share his passive aggressive opinions with this morning. Lorraine went into breakfast with no shoes, and this was clearly disapproved of. Lorraine and I bussed to The Royal Botanic Garden in Edinburgh, which was a very pleasant garden, which was good to stroll around, and we paused for coffee and a scone. Then there were tropical hothouses to lurk in, with the slight dissonance of grey Scottish light filtering through the glass.  Lovely place though, with koi filled ponds and loads of lovely vegetation.

Back to Kew House to dry out, and have a sleep. Both of us oddly tired. Then in the evening, we caught a cab to see Sam again, and had a nice night eating excellent fish and chips which were delivered, and playing cards and chatting. It did Lorraine good to have lots of time to talk to Sam, and to give him a hug or two.

Below the underside of a fern that Lorraine spotted and loved, and Lorraine in a hothouse, and various snaps looking down from Princes street onto the gardens.