Lockdown week 9 - Sunday

Today was Little Grandson's first birthday. He's unbloggable, so this isn't he, but it's his dad, Son, and there's really quite a close resemblance, so just imagine a little chap much like this. How one loves one's babies. I can remember so well what Son was like: such a jolly, smiley boy, though shy with strangers. He was very much a mummy's boy at that stage. Alas, no more! - though of course it would unsuitable now if he were. But babies are so delicious. We saw Little Grandson and his big sister on Face Time this morning, but it's so sad not to see them properly. Ah well, perhaps before too long.

When we went up to Murrayfield golf course today there were notices to say that golf would start again on the 29th and that walkers and dogs would no longer be allowed. This wasn't unexpected, of course, and naturally the golfers, who pay for the privilege of being there, will want to return. But it's sad for the rest of us, who have been so enjoying wandering around the airy acres. I've been looking forward for several weeks to seeing this rhododendron in full bloom but unless it hurries up, I'm not going to.

There are more and more people there every day - look, you can see this lady and some others in the distance, coming down the slope on the far side of the wall.

For the first time, we walked diagonally over the Ravelston course and came across this large stone.

And this is the very bunker. It must have taken some shifting.

Aren't the trees beautiful in their full, fresh summer foliage? There's actually a road between the front, smaller layer and the back, higher trees.

And then we went back up the hill on to the Murrayfield course. People were sitting around in the sun as if they'd always been here. But this time next week - no one but golfers.