After a blistering weekend, today began in a far more delicate manner with sea mist until lunch time. By that time that bully boy Mr Sun had mustered enough energy to chase that upstart mist back from whence it came.
After the recent mass cull of his compadres this Rosa Fragrant Cloud is blooming well. It is either out of fear, having heard the death knoll, or it is actually far happier with its new buddies in a mixed environment. I am counting on the latter, “you pays your money you takes your choice”, as they say in some imaginary English town. My point is, when a rose is good, it is darned good!