Guelder rose, not Hildarose

This Guelder rose was spotted on the golf course on our walk this morning, easing off the stiff muscles from yesterday’s exertions. I felt surprisingly supple for which I was relieved.

Pottered at the allotment this afternoon, Susan more so than me as I arrived later than her and went earlier owing to dealing with a slow roast shoulder of pork and also FaceTiming with Chris.

The pork was good, the less said about the gravy the better. Too much burned stuff at the bottom of the roasting tray made it terribly bitter.