Going to Glasgow

I'm flying South to Glasgow today.  Hopefully I'll have time, inclination and motivation to blog whilst I'm there.  I still keep saying that I must get back into Blogland.  The stupid thing is that even though I really miss it and keep wondering how everyone  is getting on I keep getting sidetracked with life. Then when I'm back home by the time I've made meals and persuaded myself to eat them (appetite problems not my cooking!!)  I've lost interest in food. Ironically I'm quite a good cook. The only time I really enjoy it now, though, is when I'm cooking for other people. 

Summer Solstice

Yesterday, 21st June, Was the Summer Solstice and the longest day of the year.  It did not go dark at all here tonight in the north of the Hebrides.  The Butt of Lewis is almost on the same latitude as the most northerly coast of the Scottish mainland. 

My garden is in full bloom. Most of my plants are perennials but there are some annuals as well.  This is only part of garden part of the plot on which the bungalow is built.  

As for the weather the irony is that I am wearing exactly the same clothes at the moment that I wear in the winter: including my Hoggs of Fife winter lined Bushwhacker trousers. As Victor Meldrew would have said "I don't believe it!"