Yesterday, Monday the 3rd of September was a very hot day. I went into the rural Fenland collecting fly-tipping and emptying the smaller village bins. From one end of the Fenland to the other. Close to the Lincolnshire and Norfolk borders. Tydd St Giles, Tyd Gote, Four Gotes, Foul Anchor. These little villages looked resplendent in the dying summer. A last and late burst before the autumn starts to set in.
We finished down a country lane with harvested fields in all directions. All with the exception of one field. I looked out at the colourful array of roses. All various colours. They looked ripe for the picking. Gardens up and down the country waiting for new Rose bushes of a colour one may choose at leisure.
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