Every Christmas I used to buy my late father a neatly packed Hippeastrum bulb, which he would nurture with great delight until it produced its huge, startling flowers to brighten up the Winter window-ledge. This year I decided to buy one for myself (my daughter bought one too) and I was duly rewarded with seven stunning white flowers that, although they didn’t last long, became a very showy focus for a couple of weeks.
Another Scottish photo here. This small village looked so picturesque nestled between the snowy mountains with the single road leading through it. Sadly, on closer inspection it wasn’t terribly attractive, appearing rather seedy and run down. We drove straight through.