A Sad Day

At least for the rose that I have spent years trying to kill . . .
 
 
It caught a very bad dose of blight and didn’t produce any flowers after the first bloom.  Drastic measures were called for so I brought forward to the annual ground level pruning, burnt the bush and all the leaves I could pick up, and finally scorched the stub and all the ground around it.
 
The collage is: the ground before scorching, the bush cut up in the incinerator, a fitting tribute from the funeral pyre, and some flames with the lid off the incinerator – it incinerates better with the lid off anyway . . .
 
Had to clear the car ready for collection for its service and MoT tomorrow.  It should be picked up about nine-ish.
 
Roast chicken for dinner tonight.