I must have spent too much time in London, because I couldn't get over how green everything was in Scotland this weekend.
Everything seemed massively verdant and fecund and abundant, from the rockpools on Nairn beach:
...to the tiny village beneath the Iron Age hill fort, where I lived till I was 10 (in the house with the dormer windows, not the fort):
...to the garden of my Granny's house:
...and the driveway to the hotel:
If you've ever thought of the far north of Scotland as being all heathery and barren and that, I would encourage you to visit Nairnshire in early summer. It gives England's green and pleasant land a very good run for its money.