A fushia flower, one of the last of the flowers in the tub that was bought for me when I first moved in. I do love fushia, although it brings back memories of the large red fushia that we used to have in the garden in Wales. This particular specimen was always covered in wasps at the end of the summer holidays, and I used to hate having to go too close to it. I remember one summer that I was so scared of wasps, I hardly went outside (related to the nasty wasps nest incident that had happened earlier in the summer, I expect -
Andy and Jan will remember that little pleasure!) I think I'm over it now - just...