Saturday, May 16, 2015
3 white roses.
In the barn Sophie discovers an enormous moth with a wing span of at least 5". She is encouraged into the back of the car before she has it as a pre-breakfast snack. You don't see things like that on Uist.
Mid-morning a white van with a trailer shows up. A group of morose lads unload planks and piles of stone. These are the same morose lads who dropped the cast iron stove down the steps. After unloading the stone they stand in the flower beds for a cigarette break. Bob and Sophie try to interest them in a game of ' throw the furry fox '. They finally take the hint. Bob and Sophie are delighted. The builder said he would start work on repairing the terrace on Monday and it seems he's keeping his word.
There are thirty pink standard roses in a circle by the pool. This year three of them have reverted to a rather unexciting white. Something must have gone wrong with the graft and it's taken a couple of years for the old root stock to dominate. On Monday I'll call the suppliers in England to see if anything can be done.