Roses

Last year we never saw our roses, though everyone said they were very good. This year we're back home again, preparing for Norwegian grandchildren to come over on Saturday. The roses are past the best of their first flush, but it's still been nice to see them – the climbers at the back…

and the bushes at the front.

That last has the most amazing, deep, rich scent. You can perhaps see the rain-drops on the petals. We're not sure yet how the weather might affect our plans for what we do with the boys. We'll spend some time on Erin Mae, not least because they're eventually flying back home from Manchester, but might need to curtail that if it's still raining a lot at the end of next week.