Wild rose

This beauty is Rosa rugosa, which grows wild all over the place, usually escaped from gardens or spread by birds. It sends out runners, just below the soil surface, like a thing possessed!

When I first started gardening up here I was desperate to find something that would withstand the gale force winds and was very tempted by it, but was warned not to plant it unless I wanted a good thick hedge of it! Plant it along side a lawn, and you spend the rest of your life mowing off the strong sturdy shoots that spring up for about a metre out from it!

The flowers are little beauties, white, pink or dark red, and they smell like proper old fashioned roses, like roses should smell. Rather than have any of our own in our rather compact garden, we are happy to enjoy the ones growing along the top lane.

No blip yesterday. Spent the afternoon watching Andy Murray. I can now tell you that I can knit a sock (lady's) in 5 hours! The tension got a bit tight at times, and it might have got the odd tear on it at the end but hey, and what an afternoon! (That is tear wet rather than tear rip!)