Lion Rampant over Clachnaharry

When I went to the famous Inn today, I forgot about the charity darts match. As the bar was heaving, I retreated to the dining lounge. When a large, noisy party took up half the lounge, I retreated to the beer garden. The Lion Rampant is a pleasing change from the highly politicised saltire. I'm not against Scottish independence, but I find it hard to get enthusiastic about it. Maybe we should bring back the Stuarts who ruled by the grace of God. Are you listening, Rod? Extra: A wildish rose.