For my birthday, Paddy took me to the Scottish borders. We drove up in the mist and rain and finally arrived at Singdean - a remote haven of Alpine bliss where I almost forgot I was in Scotland. Christa and Del, the hosts, have created a beautiful Alpine lodge, complete with a larch hot tub and a sauna where you can sit under the UK’s darkest skies, listening to owls and watching the clouds rush over the moon. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so relaxed. In the mornings we explored the surrounding forests which are so densely planted that even when the sun is shining outside, it is dark under the canopy of pines.

In other news, the spring flowers are still doing their thing… the anemones, ranunculus and forget-me-nots have not yet lost their charm.

But the Solomon’s Seal was the star of the show to me.