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Flowers were blooming all over Edinburgh - lilies, nasturtiums, hydrangea, and

geraniums. We walked through the mist, enjoying the sights around us; particularly

amusing was a “bus stop” sign along the road out of town where a concrete bench

sat beside a sign straight off a London street. We thought we would walk out of the

city for about an hour to see the scenery out towards the potato patches, but we had

not gotten very far when we were rescued from our folly.

Stan, the Harbor Master, had Joe and Marilyn with him and was taking them out to

the patches. They asked if we would like to go along and we readily assented since

the little truck had plenty of room for us.

We would never have made it very far along the single-lane asphalt covered road out

to the patches on our own. It was just too far away. As it was we got to see the

marvelous scenery on the way. The mist curtain still masked the tops of the

mountains, but we could see magnificent green “alluvial fans” coming down from the

slopes. Instead of being composed of scree and clinker, the grasses had climbed

up these fans and created a soft pure green carpet cascading down the slopes.

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