Last of the English Roses

This is the solitary rose sat by my front door - I've never blipped it as I tended to avoid flowers as if I was too cool to shoot them. However today it seems appropriate.

Many moons ago now I met someone who really does seem to be the Last of the English Roses, someone who holds the strong values of family, loyalty, trust and devotion very close to her heart. I think those things often get clouded by the barrage of so called 'culture', women these days are no longer inspired to remain dignified, demure and ultimately desirable as a person and not an object. You can't walk about my local City on a Friday or Saturday night and spot a proper English Rose.... I find that very sad.

So this is for you x