Thomas grew up in a big manse (his mother was a minister), with an even bigger manse garden. On one of our last trips there before Brita retired we took a few eranthis from the garden (bottom middle above) and planted them here in Newton Mearns. Nothing came of them and given that was back in spring 2008, I had long given up hope of seeing any sign of them. That was until last week, when suddenly, dozens of them decided to pop out, here five years on in February. What a strange little game of hide and seek they've been playing!
But I bet you're laughing. You never thought you'd hear a grumpy old atheist like me lamenting my long-lost, beloved Church of Denmark manse! (I'm still surprised to this day I was never struck by lightning sleeping in it, especially before my divorce had come through ;-) )