Roses.

This is not to do with the Labour red rose, nor the red rose of Lancashire, even if some may see it that way as a symbol.
It is just me not having energy to walk in the wind and rain to capture a lovely pink blossom tree.
I travelled to Accrington today in seriously not sunny weather.
The effect has been pretty exhausting.
so this red gifted rose, from my dear son, is my photo today.