We're going back to Mull tomorrow to see if it's as gorgeous at Easter as it is in high summer. Given that today we've spent the day in the garden, all the French windows flung open, for all the world like an August day, I suspect it might be rather wonderful. Having said that, the Western Isles seem to have their own micro-climate, and not in a good way.
So for once my absence will be justified. I'll have lots to say when I get back.
The picture was taken by Martin while walking the dogs in July. Makes your heart soar, doesn't it? God's own country indeed.
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