Dad’s roses

Went over to Mum’s at the end of the day to get addresses for the invites to her big birthday.  The garden was lovely and we sat drinking a G&T in the summer sunshine.  The roses are , sorry this is a current stuck theme, spectacular especially of course the well established that came with the house but this row here were planted by my father when they moved in so contain a lot of his favourites.  

Back by dinner time and watched another episode of the superb Sherwood.