|Can you make out the totally black bunny in this photo? Bit of luck there was no snow...|
It was the week of gorse.
Cheering us at the start when the mist rolled in and then filling our noses with it's tropical scent when the sun beat down on it.
Yes. It was a discovery of the most important kind. Gorse smells like coconut.
I went from not really liking it very much to being in love in just one sniff.
I could not get enough of the acidic yellow stuff when out and about.
It was ever-present on walks, dam building, battles and outside mealtimes.
Our seven day stay on the side of a steep hill in Dumfriesshire was just what we all needed and the sun shone quite a bit too.
Much den building, hiding and damming was done by the SmallBeans. 'Who goes there?'
Stick Man came for a surprise visit one afternoon.
And the SmallBeans sailed off alone(ish) into the middle of Loch Ken. I sat on the shore with my heart in my mouth but also feeling that it might just burst with love for them.