Rose

I had to take the motor-home in for its annual habitation check this morning. I’d arranged to meet up with a friend for coffee on my return. We’d not met in over a week so we had lots to catch up on and met at our local tea-room (Ashpoles). For me, coffee was accompanied by a rather delicious bacon sandwich. It was very pleasantly hot so we sat outside in the garden. By the door of the cottage was a really spectacular rose that features as my blip today. Unfortunately the owner did not know its name as he inherited when he moved in a few years ago.