Jude the Obscure

Back home, got the washing done, and now must try to tidy the garden if I can as it has become even more jungly in only 11 days. While procrastinating/prioritising I found that my favourite rose had escaped the deer's foodfest, so I took some pictures. It has the most wonderful scent and the name, Jude the Obscure, is apt - its petals stay tight and closed.

Meanwhile Mr C is being a lovely son. After 1300 miles driving, and back late last night, he has gone on a 100 mile jaunt to take his mother out for lunch, do her shopping and check her iPad is charged up.