After a morning in the Scottish National Art Gallery, and a long train back south, it was disappointing to find that the brilliant blue skies of the north had given way to chilly grey - not really conducive to sitting outdoors, shivering slightly, and listening to screeching parakeets. But what was not disappointing was how the roses of No.20 had blossomed and blossomed and blossomed in our absence.
Back to sorting and packing, tomorrow - but the break was wonderful.
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