Creeping through...

On one of my mum's many visits to help with my garden, she came out with this pearl of wisdom.

"It's not a weed, it's a flower in the wrong place..."

A very non-descrimitory description I thought.

This hardy little piece of greenery has outsmarted the weed mat trying to restrain it and popped up in a gravelled section of St Cuthberts's graveyard.