A red, red rose, and a used handkerchief tree

I returned  to The Vennel, this time with a better idea of the shape of the gravestone of Betty Thomson, daughter of Robert Burns. I found it quite quickly entering by the Lidl gate, straight-ahead for roughly 20 metres and then a sharp right. There are a number of names engraved all of which you see quite clearly, members of Betty's family. There is one inscription, in the extra photo which I can't quite make out. It looks something like Robert Burns Begg 'Heppey' of the Poet Robert Burns.
The other surprise was the red rose that had been left at the gravestone - still fresh. Betty died in June and I think it should still be fresh when that month arrives in a few days time.
In glorious sunshine I waked through Pollok, had a flask of coffee and asked one of the gardeners about the Handkerchief Tree. There are two, one in the woodland garden which damaged by a storm a few years back and a second which the head gardener planted as a memorial to his mother and this is in the main garden on the grassy slope along from the vegetable garden. The number of blossoms, handkerchiefs, seem to vary year by year and there was not a particularly  good display this year. They were a ted bedraggled and the garden described it as a used handkerchief tree which I thought  was very apt.
In the afternoon I walked to Homebase, queued, not as enetratianing as Wiatrose but the sun was shining and it was warm. I bought the Peacock Blue paint which I applied to two thirds of the bedroom wall later that afternoon. It looks great. All in all a very productive day. Oh and the Cherry Fairy is finished apart from doing the outline of the face.