A Rose by a Different Colour

At least I thought so. I blipped this rose a couple of times long time ago when I was still walking around the village every morning, but I never remembered it as being pink.  However looking back I guess it was.
 
 
I did however surpass myself this morning:
 
In order to take the photo I put Biskit’s poo-bag down, and he sat patiently waiting beside it.
 
About 200 mtrs further on I stopped and had a long chat with a friend who is going into hospital in ten days time.  About 100 mtrs further on I thought “I’ll drop the poo-bag into the bins at the bottom of Dovecot” . . .
 
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(An extra 600 mtrs walk must have done me good, and Biskit was happy.)
 
Many thanks to Anni for hosting Flower Friday.