I had a planned blip for yesterday which I was going to take on my way to Mill Street last night, where I had been invited for supper. I was running typically late, however, and had to give it a miss. When I arrived my hostess was keen to show me a rose which had just bloomed in her garden (the same garden that contains the urn). Its first bloom had apparently been better but had not lasted after being cut and placed in a vase, and this smaller one didn't have quite all the varied colouring of the first and had some blemishes on its lower petals (which I have cropped out). Nevertheless, it was still of sufficient quality to merit her admiration and I was happy to document it for her.
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