Life is a bed of roses....

When I was small, we often went on family outings to Sewerby Hall and Gardens for the day. My favourite place was the walled garden and the roses.

When I go home for the weekend now, if my Mum is feeling up to it, we will go for the day.

Walking into the walled garden transports me back to my childhood, the smell of the gravel and privet hedges taking me back to a time when nothing mattered.

I took this photo a couple of weeks ago on my last visit there, I'll never tire of the tranquil setting.