Yesterday I noted that on the 30th August 1930, that the St.Kilda islanders left the island for good, leaving their homes in the ruinous state you find today - a sad moment for them, though of course St.Kilda has now become a tourist hotspot.
A few photos from the garden, hens are laying well, nasturtiums, how I love this bright little flower as it rollicks through everything. The hens jump up and eat the lower blackberries which they seem to love.
|the bright orange of nasturtiums, and a handful of blackberries from the garden|
|sedums but no butterflies|
|purple mallows and white, grown from seed|
|Jacob's ladder has mysteriously appeared|