In Scotland a turf roof is quite traditional. I have to say I quite like them. Anything that keeps a lawn OUT of the garden gets my vote. Not so easy to have a picnic on though. We (the hounds and I) went on in search of spring and bluebells, I hear in other parts of Scotland they are peeping out. People like to tease us with reports of flowering frenzies 'sooth' in mainland Scotland.
Whilst the fern croziers are still slumbering within the lush bluebell leaves, no hint of flowers yet though, they feign shyness.
Aside the celandines and the odd daffodil, most of the plants are still soundly asleep and all thoughts of bluebells are a long way off yet. We considered a quick swim in the frothy burn, but its not quite swimming season in Orkney yet. If the bluebells aren't out, which as we all know in Scotland is the traditional time when burn swimming is permitted, then we cannae yet dip a toe in. (Mainly in fear of it dropping off from frost bite)
We'll just have to come back again with our towels. I wonder if the bluebells will be with us by the end of the month? Surely?