A weed?

We are watching the Edinburgh Tattoo on tv and marvelling at the parades, the dancing and the lovely Scottish bagpipes. When I was a child I lived for six months in a tiny chalet north of Oban and one of the things I remember were the fuchsias that filled the hedgerows. Now that same fuchsia grows wild in my garden. In places it is taking over, even though I prune it back to ground level every year. I can’t help loving it when it catches the evening sun.