Mottisfont

V has been hitting refresh early in the day for access to local NT gardens (you can take the boy out of LA but ...oh wait, you CAN take the boy out of LA) and screamed triumphantly that we’d got into Mottisfont to see the roses in a Tuesday afternoon slot.   The team were very understanding as I cancelled various calls.   Because of the heat the roses were a bit over the hill but I loved this climbing Frances E Lester on a North Wall by an old door.  I thought we’d be the youngest there but in fact because the internet literate were favoured it was all couples and bugaboos.