I took up bridge some 18 months ago. And as a result found myself at RHS Rosemoor, North Devon, yesterday, with four new friends. Strange how things work.
Anyway, I took dozens and dozens of photos, and had a very difficult time reducing them even to the large number here, many more than I would normally put in one post. In fact I resisted taking photos to begin with, but I knew that one regular reader adores astrantia, so this, seen quite early on, was for him. That set the rot in, and I was clicking away once we got to the Queen Mother rose garden, and I didn’t stop for the rest of the day.
The shrub rose garden came next. There we took a rest.
I would have died happy after that, but there was much, much more to see.I tried to comfort this poor old scarecrow.We did sit discreetly observing a wedding party at one point, though of course I did not take any photos of it. However five females had a great time airing their views on the wedding garb, of which, on the whole, we approved. Finally, and to finish on a rose theme, here is one from my own garden of which I’m particularly fond. Even this I can’t name because it was here before I arrived.