jacobin

A few years ago in Italy in summer I decided to go for a run, and the people who are supposed to care about me sat in the sun drinking wine and composing a newspaper story about me in bad Italian. I think the headline was to be Turista Stupida Se Morte in Caldissimo!

Anyway, I remembered that today when I ran, and it was much hotter than I expected. But I had an excuse to stop at this lovely Burnet Rose, the badge of the Jacobites and the ‘little white rose of Scotland.’