Bank holiday of dreams

Last year I made the rookie error of going to David Austin before all the roses were in bloom, idiot. No such nonsense this year.

I think I could spend hours wondering around looking at roses. If I never get my French gite with shuttered windows then I think I’d be happy with an English cottage with a garden full of roses.

I came home with a Gertrude Jekyll which is in a colour that I think musicalblips would be very happy with!

A flipping good scone, too!