GREEN STONES, GREEN BONES, GREEN GRAPES, GREEN EVERYTHING
Half-submerged in the wonderfully lush vegetation of Warriston Cemetery stands a fruitful monument to Robert Arthur.
It's pleasant to think that this (at the last) local man would have appreciated the beauties of his new surroundings and their unstoppable growth each summer.
More likely, though, is that he's now spinning down there at the superabundance of weeds.
His inscription reads:
IN MEMORY
OF
ROBERT ARTHUR,