My Mum loved the bungalow which she lived in with my Stepfather. It was her little haven. It was her dream home in Scotland when she retired, with its fantastic view of Arthur Seat. It was never the same after she died though and now that my Stepfather has passed away too, it is going to be sold. I therefore went down to take photographs of it, she would have liked that! Photographs which she would have shown with pride to her friends in Florida saying (which I am laughing at as I type) "my daughter took these, she is an artist photographer you know" in her thick Polish accent! You know, I bet she is saying that to her friends upstairs right now, ha, ha, ha.