Scent and colour

As part of the early morning walk...and the Garrison by day and night is a magical wee place. With Cilla gone and the Tories continuing to defy moral gravity (Lords, Mone, paedophiles, economic centrist self interest, nuclear weapons, the vow trashed, etc etc) and Labour exemplifying principle- and history-free supine pettiness....I take my solace where I can...and flowers, partner, dog and the sea do it. Thankfully!