A final morning stroll in the garden, before the crowds arrive for the day. My time as resident poet in Edinburgh is over. It has been wonderful in so many ways. The staff of the garden are delightful and I have felt so welcomed during my month here. Thank you to everyone who helped, chatted, pointed out plants, everything. I return home to the wild wood with a notebook stuffed full of jottings and scribblings, seeds of poems that I will germinate and tend in the weeks to come, and hopefully plant out here before the project is over.
Thank you Edinburgh. Moran taing.