Mock

After a modicum of re-cycling at the Bethany shop I came back along the little path called Links Lane, past the scratty weedy area that surrounds the old peoples home and was hit by the fantastic scent of this bloom that was poking through the railings. Took me right back to childhood.....hmm, mock-orange, mum used to call it. These days we have Google and in a trice I discover that it's a Philadelphus.