Red rose 2

Walking the dogs along part of the West Highland Way at Loch Lomond this morning, we came across this random red rose lying on the shore at Manse Bay.

I wondered where it had come from - had there maybe been a romantic moonlit stroll the night before? A marriage proposal even? A refusal, or an argument - otherwise surely the rose would have been taken home and treasured? I hope it wasn't a sad story, but I'll never know... which is very frustrating!

As you can see, Dornie was equally curious.