White rose

This may be the first flower I have blipped. It was one of those rare, beautiful summer afternoons with cotton wool clouds scudding across the sky and crisp, clear light. It was warm without being too hot and the well maintained grounds of my mother's nursing home tempted me to linger in the gardens. My eye was drawn to a trellis arch and a magnificent climbing rose.

Time to watch the Andy Murray match. Enjoy your weekend everyone.