There is about a week left to share some time with poet Gerry Loose down at Dawyck Botanic Gardens near Peebles in Scotland. He will be there until the end of September.
The gardens are full of the sugar and spicy smells of evergreen trees, the high quiet repetitive call of goldcrests (I saw a family working the branches together overhead) and when I visited the omnipresent sounds of the Scrape Burn after heavy rain the day before. Not to mention the jewel like blusher mushrooms I thought were a precious stone caught in the stones of the path.
Find out more about what is happening on Gerry's blog here http://walkingwithpoets.com/