Red Rose from Dartmoor

A few years ago some of you may remember when I used to blip from a house on Dartmoor owned by one of my daughters, where Mrs M and I used to spend most of our time wondering the moors.
Times changed and my daughter  moved on to a new career, a smashing husband and a happy new life but all of us who were fortunate to have stayed there still have some happy memories. One of the thing we did before leaving was to take a few plants from the garden, one of which was this lovely rose which has been passed around the family. This year we have flowers on this wonderful red rose  which had been a part of a rose arch which has survived in a tin bucket,  and the memories linger on.