Wednesday outing

I visit a local former church (where my Gran used to be the organist) on a Wednesday.

(The congregation merged with the congregation of the church I grew up in and this building became a centre for all sorts of groups to rent out rooms. My dad was instrumental in its conversion and one of the meeting rooms is named after him.)

I've given you some pictures of the flowers around the grounds but I don't think I've shown you the comunal gardens next door! The red roses are well in bloom and looked stunning in the sun as I walked past. (The washing in the background, not so much!)