The bungalow was home to one family who bought it from new. When Marie moved in the dwelling was the last one, there were no others. The bungalow housed Marie and her growing family throughout the 20th century. When she looked out of her kitchen window, all was rural with a clear view across to the Pennines.
Suffice it to say that when you have a neighbour like Marie, there was mutual respect and friendship was in abundance.
Time rolled on and Marie brought up her family. She and her husband raised 4 boys. Two married and one made a success of everything he did. He's become the sort of person for whom 'money is no object'. He passed on success to his son, who seems to have inherited the golden business touch.
One made and lost money several times eventually his business in Cornwall led him to being declared bankrupt. He went on to live in South Africa. He and his bosom male buddy run a successful accommodation business in Cape Town.
One married twice and both marriages failed. Marie had liked wife #1 and they became friends. Marie altered her will when she had had enough of wife #2 and excluded her.
Marie lived alone after her husband died (1984) and all the lads had moved out. She died towards the end of 2000. Her funeral was well-attended; I took the afternoon off to go to the church service. The church was full.
One of her sons died in 2002.
She might have lived on her own, but she was hardly ever lonely as so many people visited her, cared for her and looked after her.
The eldest (richest) son always sent her a hamper from Harrods for Christmas.
Every Tuesday she passed across her shopping list and told us of any little jobs she'd like doing.
She is as the saying goes sadly missed.
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Thursday, 5 January 2017
Spoilt rotten
Yesterday evening MJM went for a celebratory Chinese meal in Woolton. There's a restaurant on the High Street that's been run by the same family for many years.
My neighbours had decided we had a good reason to celebrate as according to them, I've now joined the Silver Threads like them.
They'd planned the meal. Over the years we've refined our menu choices and opt for the Early Bird menu. Mavis is on a restricted diet, yet allows herself a few what she calls 'naughties' when dining out. We used to have duck with pancakes etc. but Marilyn had decided it was not for her. We'd taken to having dry spare ribs instead as none of us like the sauce that usually accompanies the ribs.
When they chose the banquet including duck, I queried it and ingenuous as ever, Mavis said she and I like it and we'd order spare ribs for Marilyn.
The meal progressed, the staff know Mavis well as she goes there fairly regularly with different sets of friends.
We began with chicken and mushroom soup. Nothing unusual you may think, apart from it not being on the menu. None of us drink alcohol with the meal so they lalways provide a jug of iced water (without charge).
Next, we each choose a different dish that we like. Typically, Marilyn hardly touched hers and asked for a 'doggy bag'. That way she has her Chinese meal at home the next day.
As I was looking in my handbag to pay my portion of the bill, Mavis dropped the 'bombshell'. They were paying the bill for me!
How lovely to have such thoughtful, caring friends.
My neighbours had decided we had a good reason to celebrate as according to them, I've now joined the Silver Threads like them.
They'd planned the meal. Over the years we've refined our menu choices and opt for the Early Bird menu. Mavis is on a restricted diet, yet allows herself a few what she calls 'naughties' when dining out. We used to have duck with pancakes etc. but Marilyn had decided it was not for her. We'd taken to having dry spare ribs instead as none of us like the sauce that usually accompanies the ribs.
When they chose the banquet including duck, I queried it and ingenuous as ever, Mavis said she and I like it and we'd order spare ribs for Marilyn.
The meal progressed, the staff know Mavis well as she goes there fairly regularly with different sets of friends.
We began with chicken and mushroom soup. Nothing unusual you may think, apart from it not being on the menu. None of us drink alcohol with the meal so they lalways provide a jug of iced water (without charge).
Next, we each choose a different dish that we like. Typically, Marilyn hardly touched hers and asked for a 'doggy bag'. That way she has her Chinese meal at home the next day.
As I was looking in my handbag to pay my portion of the bill, Mavis dropped the 'bombshell'. They were paying the bill for me!
How lovely to have such thoughtful, caring friends.
Saturday, 10 December 2016
for what it is worth
December sucks good style...
Far too many posts pretending bonhomie.
December 10th happens to be the birthday of my neighbour and the brother of my long-time best friend's husband.
Another anniversary is not as welcome as it's 10 years since my friend's mother gave up the ghost. Making December 18th a decade since Mrs H's funeral. It was a grey day and I headed north to meet up. The part I remember most clearly was by the graveside and the memory haunts me still.
You know someone is your long-term friend when both of you attended your respective parents' funerals.
Being there for the significant events in other's lives is a sign of long-term friendship.
So whilst those that have 'n' number of folk to share the celebrations; others have almost nil, nada.
My memory cherishes the time when I spent part of December in a small Derbyshire village; accompanying Auntie Doris to St. Matthew's Carol Service.
Now Christmas is tarnished yet again...
A brief comment to the effect that Fred might be suffering from dementia.
Fred a rock upon which almost 50 years has stood.
The guy that has always been so ebullient, so full of life writ large...now brought low.
He achieved so much...Ribblesdale Secondary Modern basically let him use his practical skills and that was all.
ICI taught him and employed him as Apprentice Welder; only to dismiss him once he qualified.
Next, he went to Israel on VSO Voluntary Service Overseas; returning as a shadow of his former self (welding in those relentless temperatures).
Then there was a curate's wife who encouraged him to try nursing (mental health). He worked and accrued qualifications at Calderstones. There he used his compassion and his talent for everything artistic.
Next, he raised funds and helped a boy with cystic fibrosis.
Then he bought and refitted a coach to take disadvantaged youngsters on short breaks.
The next venture was to buy and remodel an old cottage. At the time I was at college only returning home for holidays. A must do was to spend time with Fred. He happily showed off the cottage and how homely he'd made it. That was when he rediscovered education along with literacy and numeracy skills.
An old 4 or 5 storey warehouse across the road was his next ambitious target. I remember visiting when he'd discovered an old well there. One side of the building was open to the elements. He'd taken it all back to the original stone walls. Access was only by stepladder as he'd taken it all back to scratch.
Another lasting memory is the house warming party. He'd created a 'granny' apartment using the first floor for his elderly parents.
To think that everything knowledge-wise that was Fred is being eaten away is soul-destroying.
Far too many posts pretending bonhomie.
December 10th happens to be the birthday of my neighbour and the brother of my long-time best friend's husband.
Another anniversary is not as welcome as it's 10 years since my friend's mother gave up the ghost. Making December 18th a decade since Mrs H's funeral. It was a grey day and I headed north to meet up. The part I remember most clearly was by the graveside and the memory haunts me still.
You know someone is your long-term friend when both of you attended your respective parents' funerals.
Being there for the significant events in other's lives is a sign of long-term friendship.
So whilst those that have 'n' number of folk to share the celebrations; others have almost nil, nada.
My memory cherishes the time when I spent part of December in a small Derbyshire village; accompanying Auntie Doris to St. Matthew's Carol Service.
Now Christmas is tarnished yet again...
A brief comment to the effect that Fred might be suffering from dementia.
Fred a rock upon which almost 50 years has stood.
The guy that has always been so ebullient, so full of life writ large...now brought low.
He achieved so much...Ribblesdale Secondary Modern basically let him use his practical skills and that was all.
ICI taught him and employed him as Apprentice Welder; only to dismiss him once he qualified.
Next, he went to Israel on VSO Voluntary Service Overseas; returning as a shadow of his former self (welding in those relentless temperatures).
Then there was a curate's wife who encouraged him to try nursing (mental health). He worked and accrued qualifications at Calderstones. There he used his compassion and his talent for everything artistic.
Next, he raised funds and helped a boy with cystic fibrosis.
Then he bought and refitted a coach to take disadvantaged youngsters on short breaks.
The next venture was to buy and remodel an old cottage. At the time I was at college only returning home for holidays. A must do was to spend time with Fred. He happily showed off the cottage and how homely he'd made it. That was when he rediscovered education along with literacy and numeracy skills.
An old 4 or 5 storey warehouse across the road was his next ambitious target. I remember visiting when he'd discovered an old well there. One side of the building was open to the elements. He'd taken it all back to the original stone walls. Access was only by stepladder as he'd taken it all back to scratch.
Another lasting memory is the house warming party. He'd created a 'granny' apartment using the first floor for his elderly parents.
To think that everything knowledge-wise that was Fred is being eaten away is soul-destroying.
Saturday, 18 July 2015
endings and beginnings
Not for me, but for two friends. One I've known for a long time (since the 1970s) and another who's been part of my OU friends for not quite so long.
Jock, won't mind me calling him that as it's how I knew him at first. Everyone called him Jock and that's how I was introduced to him.
In the intervening years he qualified as a teacher, taught in various C of E schools and became Head of a Lancashire Junior school.
Teaching is one thing both friends have in common, and junior school teaching at that. Both retire from teaching this year and I wish them both the best of every good thing retirement can bring,
Jock, won't mind me calling him that as it's how I knew him at first. Everyone called him Jock and that's how I was introduced to him.
In the intervening years he qualified as a teacher, taught in various C of E schools and became Head of a Lancashire Junior school.
Teaching is one thing both friends have in common, and junior school teaching at that. Both retire from teaching this year and I wish them both the best of every good thing retirement can bring,
Friday, 15 May 2015
Good news day!
For a while now a click of the mouse friend has been counting down the time left until retirement. That happy news has been boosted by an announcement today.
I friend I have known for a long, long time (since we were teenagers) has been Head of a Lancs. C. of E. Primary School. He's always been a very hard worker. Then, today brings the news that he's been granted early retirement! I am so pleased for him, he deserves to have a long, happy retirement.
Taken from the school newsletter
I friend I have known for a long, long time (since we were teenagers) has been Head of a Lancs. C. of E. Primary School. He's always been a very hard worker. Then, today brings the news that he's been granted early retirement! I am so pleased for him, he deserves to have a long, happy retirement.
Taken from the school newsletter
Staff Changes in September – Retirements
I would like to let you know that there will be significant staff changes from September.
After 38 years of teaching, 20 at this school, I have decided that it is time to change direction, so I am letting you know of my retirement as headteacher at the end of the Summer Term. The Governors were informed of my decision earlier this week and the process to find both short term cover for my role, and a permanent replacement headteacher has begun. I am sure that the Governors will work hard to find the right person for the job, with guidance from the local authority and the diocese. I am also sure that there will be time for goodbyes later in the term.
Wednesday, 8 October 2014
Monday, 12 May 2014
An historic weekend in Scotland
Groom
Wedding party
Smart lad
It is official now
Congratulations and felicitations
Bro and missus
Proud Mum, looking well
and Dad was there too.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Change of plans
Originally we were going to venture into the Pennines for a day out.
The inclement weather had other ideas. So our plan was shelved for another day.
The inclement weather had other ideas. So our plan was shelved for another day.
We had lunch at the Memphis Bell.
It's the sort of place you eat there, chat for a while, enjoy the food and say to each other, 'Must do this again'.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Once there was
something called 'FirstClass' it was the online communication portal for OUSA and the OU. OUSA - OU Students Association. That was where I learnt that click-of-the-mouse friendships could and did grow connecting folks far and wide.
I joined some groups and we chatted away sharing all sorts. There we learned to practise netiquette and developed our own dos and don'ts. I was fortunate to meet face-to-face with some people and that made online friendships even more special.
I did a course called 'You, your computer and the Internet'. That OUSA group known as T171 Survivors was particularly active. The online conference was always busy with dings and flags popping up as posts were sent. They had a yearly get-together near Harrogate, and one year I decided to join them. We had a lovely time and it was good to put faces to names.
Another very active group was the Dog House where we shared our joys and woes and the antics of our K9 companions. I like to think we became a close-knit group. One stalwart was DD affectionately known as Duracell Dusty. Not wanting it to 'rain on my keyboard' I won't say much more.
Why write now? Well, yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of DD's crossing the Rainbow Bridge. Today someone posted a collage of DD's support group and I thought I'd share it here to celebrate the friendship groups that grew up courtesy of FC (FirstClass).
I joined some groups and we chatted away sharing all sorts. There we learned to practise netiquette and developed our own dos and don'ts. I was fortunate to meet face-to-face with some people and that made online friendships even more special.
I did a course called 'You, your computer and the Internet'. That OUSA group known as T171 Survivors was particularly active. The online conference was always busy with dings and flags popping up as posts were sent. They had a yearly get-together near Harrogate, and one year I decided to join them. We had a lovely time and it was good to put faces to names.
Another very active group was the Dog House where we shared our joys and woes and the antics of our K9 companions. I like to think we became a close-knit group. One stalwart was DD affectionately known as Duracell Dusty. Not wanting it to 'rain on my keyboard' I won't say much more.
Why write now? Well, yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of DD's crossing the Rainbow Bridge. Today someone posted a collage of DD's support group and I thought I'd share it here to celebrate the friendship groups that grew up courtesy of FC (FirstClass).
OUSA Dog House
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Time
Tempus fugit - time flies and leaves nothing in its wake apart from memories. Some positive but others are negative.
Let's stick with the positives.
Yesterday I 'played friends of the M6'.
Usually I prefer to avoid travels on a Friday, so how come I headed north yesterday? There are few people that could encourage me to break my self-imposed 'never on a Friday' travel.
Two days ago, I received a message asking me if I was free 'tomorrow'. My god-daughter had plans for me and her mother (my long-time best friend).
The hobbit movie is being shown nation-wide and god-daughter knows how much we love Tolkien. So she'd decided on a get-together and watch the film day. It never crossed my mind that travel would be on a Friday. Hence, I headed north along the dreaded M6 to meet up.
There's something inestimably good about the love and friendship of our nearest and dearest. Hence without thinking I travelled up and then down the M6 almost without a qualm. Now I have memories to cherish.
Let's stick with the positives.
Yesterday I 'played friends of the M6'.
Usually I prefer to avoid travels on a Friday, so how come I headed north yesterday? There are few people that could encourage me to break my self-imposed 'never on a Friday' travel.
Two days ago, I received a message asking me if I was free 'tomorrow'. My god-daughter had plans for me and her mother (my long-time best friend).
The hobbit movie is being shown nation-wide and god-daughter knows how much we love Tolkien. So she'd decided on a get-together and watch the film day. It never crossed my mind that travel would be on a Friday. Hence, I headed north along the dreaded M6 to meet up.
Friday, 26 October 2012
Tai-Chi
The other weekend I was staying with friends and went to my first Tai Chi class. Sorry to say I was not impressed, but didn't know any better.
Wednesday this week, I caught a later train and went to Manchester with B. It was the Playhouse Theatre which is just over the road from Oxford Road station. Good as it meant less travelling.
Our first disappointment was when we found our usual restaurant had 'closed until further notice'. So we had to find somewhere else. The pub meal was okay but they only did a limited menu.
On our theatre trips we like to end lunch with coffee and something 'naughty' such as cheesecake. Off we went and after queuing, we had coffee and lemon cheesecake (B) and I had chai latte and strawberry cheesecake.
Then on to the theatre.
Forty-second street - lovely costumes, cheerful music and very energetic, skilled dancers. The down-side was the theatre itself. Apparently it had been refurbished, but the seating remains cramped, grab rails too shiny and slippery. Getting to our seats was bad enough, sitting there for 2.5 hours? was a nightmare. Talk about having painfully stiff joints!
The good news was we had a lovely chat and I said I might go to the Tai-Chi class with B. Hence this morning's efforts. I have to say it was thoroughly enjoyable, greater numbers than the other one and friendlier people. For a small remuneration we had an hour's tuition and either tea of coffee. Then I was invited to join them on their next outing, but unfortunately not convenient but there'll be others.
So next Friday morning? Back to Tai Chi.
Wednesday this week, I caught a later train and went to Manchester with B. It was the Playhouse Theatre which is just over the road from Oxford Road station. Good as it meant less travelling.
Our first disappointment was when we found our usual restaurant had 'closed until further notice'. So we had to find somewhere else. The pub meal was okay but they only did a limited menu.
On our theatre trips we like to end lunch with coffee and something 'naughty' such as cheesecake. Off we went and after queuing, we had coffee and lemon cheesecake (B) and I had chai latte and strawberry cheesecake.
Then on to the theatre.
Forty-second street - lovely costumes, cheerful music and very energetic, skilled dancers. The down-side was the theatre itself. Apparently it had been refurbished, but the seating remains cramped, grab rails too shiny and slippery. Getting to our seats was bad enough, sitting there for 2.5 hours? was a nightmare. Talk about having painfully stiff joints!
The good news was we had a lovely chat and I said I might go to the Tai-Chi class with B. Hence this morning's efforts. I have to say it was thoroughly enjoyable, greater numbers than the other one and friendlier people. For a small remuneration we had an hour's tuition and either tea of coffee. Then I was invited to join them on their next outing, but unfortunately not convenient but there'll be others.
So next Friday morning? Back to Tai Chi.
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Well done, my friend!
Freddy the horse - a sturdy guy
The route taken around the Mary Townley Loop
Memorial to Lady Mary Townley who inspired and set up the trail.
End of the journey - my dear friend rightfully pleased with her accomplishment.
Saturday, 9 June 2012
In memoriam but without sadness
Recently I've been wandering happily thro' archives (family history).
In my case it's more awkward as I have no surviving relatives. So, I took a break and digressed.
We had a long-time friend MGL who had always wanted to investigate his family history, but, as with many things in life...just never got round to it. He passed away as the saying goes some years ago in peculiar circumstances, but that fitted his life which had been a cross between the boringly familiar and the less ordinary.
He had a life-long obsession with aircraft and in particular #633 squadron so he collected aircraft magazines and had them leather-bound.
Another obsession was mining as in tin mining in a certain isolated part of Cornwall. So he collected all sorts of paraphernalia connected with Levant.
Family history?
G stood for 'Gillick' and now I know that was his mother's maiden name. Some of the records concerning the life of MGL are connected with Nottingham.
Mother born there, father too and MGL himself.
Looking back thro' records...
Basford, Nottingham birthplace of MGL and mother.
Grandfather 1911 census - lace shipper and merchant. (Nottingham famous for lace industry).
Great-grandfather 1891 census - from Scotland, occupation Tailor.
What was MGL's occupation? Headmaster of a junior/infant school...granted early retirement because of illness (high blood pressure). Soon after retirement he was put on the transplant list and had two successive operations, leading to jaundice, diabetes and depression.
How did we come across him? Holidaying (camping) in Cornwall (1980s). MGL and missus were in a caravan and we joined them for coffee from time-to-time to escape the rain.
MGL and missus separated/divorced soon after he retired. Then, in 2004 in Rushcliffe...MGL remarried in the June, followed by ex-missus re-marriage in July. She kept the family 'home' whilst MGL took missus #2 to Cornwall where he bought a 'pig-in-a-poke' kind of property which gave him endless problems.
A loveable guy and excellent headmaster by all accounts; but totally impractical. He hadn't a clue or even the slightest grain of nous.
Missus #2 was/is an odd character...MGL had problems with attempting to control diabetes. On one occasion he almost became comatose, but was brought round by friends who were staying with them; not missus #2 who preserved her ignorance of all things connected with diabetes.
Several days after his death in 2009...the police came across him, locked inside his car...in the tin mining area...
Farewell MGL part of your story has at last been told.
We had a long-time friend MGL who had always wanted to investigate his family history, but, as with many things in life...just never got round to it. He passed away as the saying goes some years ago in peculiar circumstances, but that fitted his life which had been a cross between the boringly familiar and the less ordinary.
He had a life-long obsession with aircraft and in particular #633 squadron so he collected aircraft magazines and had them leather-bound.
Another obsession was mining as in tin mining in a certain isolated part of Cornwall. So he collected all sorts of paraphernalia connected with Levant.
Family history?
G stood for 'Gillick' and now I know that was his mother's maiden name. Some of the records concerning the life of MGL are connected with Nottingham.
Mother born there, father too and MGL himself.
Looking back thro' records...
Basford, Nottingham birthplace of MGL and mother.
Grandfather 1911 census - lace shipper and merchant. (Nottingham famous for lace industry).
Great-grandfather 1891 census - from Scotland, occupation Tailor.
What was MGL's occupation? Headmaster of a junior/infant school...granted early retirement because of illness (high blood pressure). Soon after retirement he was put on the transplant list and had two successive operations, leading to jaundice, diabetes and depression.
How did we come across him? Holidaying (camping) in Cornwall (1980s). MGL and missus were in a caravan and we joined them for coffee from time-to-time to escape the rain.
MGL and missus separated/divorced soon after he retired. Then, in 2004 in Rushcliffe...MGL remarried in the June, followed by ex-missus re-marriage in July. She kept the family 'home' whilst MGL took missus #2 to Cornwall where he bought a 'pig-in-a-poke' kind of property which gave him endless problems.
A loveable guy and excellent headmaster by all accounts; but totally impractical. He hadn't a clue or even the slightest grain of nous.
Missus #2 was/is an odd character...MGL had problems with attempting to control diabetes. On one occasion he almost became comatose, but was brought round by friends who were staying with them; not missus #2 who preserved her ignorance of all things connected with diabetes.
Several days after his death in 2009...the police came across him, locked inside his car...in the tin mining area...
Farewell MGL part of your story has at last been told.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Three years ago
a lovely, bubbly, delightfully out-going friend...
Died.
Our 'briilant' NHS failed her. She'd been sent as the saying goes 'from pillar to post'. Appointments had been made, only to be cancelled again and again. In the meantime dear Liz struggled with everyday life and hoped 'they' would make her better.
Then, the operation was scheduled on Friday 13th March. Dearest Liz went for her operation and it was then that we lost her...
RIP my dear friend.
What a silly illustration? But one my dear friend would have appreciated so well.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Eventful...
My school friends and I are of a 'certain generation' and this year sees another milestone in our lives.
God-daughter is excellent at planning and organising. Knowing of the approaching milestone, she began planning last July and it all came to fruition on January 20th.
Between them they convinced my friend that she was being taken to Scotland to celebrate her birthday.
God-daughter is excellent at planning and organising. Knowing of the approaching milestone, she began planning last July and it all came to fruition on January 20th.
Her Dad is well-accustomed to public speaking and being Master of Ceremonies.
Standing on the left of this photo is my friend and focus of the celebrations.
H grandmother to my god-daughter who greeted me with 'You must join the family table'.
In any gathering there has to be one with the mulligrubs.
Too old to be with the younger children, but, not old enough to party with the older teens.
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Time it was...
I have a photograph from twenty years ago...
Grey showing in his beard has become white and so has his hair. I gave up perming my hair when I retired 10 years ago.
Wishing Happy Birthday to my bff who has her birthday on Monday...
Wishing Happy Birthday to my bff who has her birthday on Monday...
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Wordless Wednesday
One of my friends with grandson #2
Little Sweetie another friend's daughter
With her mother and brother.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
First Monday 2012
Sayre of Sayre smiles writes
"Christmas is over and now the process of changing over to a new year is in progress. It's a time for looking back and looking forward (hence the name January - for Janus, the God who looked to the past and the future). For this First Monday I'd like to hear about one accomplishment from the past year, and one thing you want to accomplish in 2012!"
Accomplishment...
One of my friends is a talented artist who for the past few years has been working in stained glass.
I just had to share this with you...
It looks like banded agate...tho' it isn't...
So what is the pendant composed of? Stained glass, designed and made for me by my friend as a birthday present and to celebrate my diploma.
"Christmas is over and now the process of changing over to a new year is in progress. It's a time for looking back and looking forward (hence the name January - for Janus, the God who looked to the past and the future). For this First Monday I'd like to hear about one accomplishment from the past year, and one thing you want to accomplish in 2012!"
Accomplishment...
"I am pleased to confirm that you have satisfied the requirements for the Diploma in Geosciences of the Open University"In the future? tba
One of my friends is a talented artist who for the past few years has been working in stained glass.
It looks like banded agate...tho' it isn't...
So what is the pendant composed of? Stained glass, designed and made for me by my friend as a birthday present and to celebrate my diploma.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
My friend's daughter
I remember her a as little toddler...she's grown up to become a mountain skills instructor and member of a Mountain rescue team. The collies are SARD...search and rescue dogs.
Today there was a story about a rescue by the team. This sparked my curiosity. Last time I talked with her mother, she said her daughter had left teaching to go into outdoor pursuits full-time. So a quick search led me to seeing how her life has changed. I'm so proud of her.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Roses
One of the M's has been planning replacements for some of her rosebushes. She phoned local garden centres and was dismayed by the lack of variety coupled with high prices.
A web search later and I discovered a specialist rose grower in Cheshire.
Yesterday was wall-to-wall sunshine, so we took her to the rose-grower and their garden centre.
We sat in the café and discussed roses with the help of a catalogue. This time of year they supply bare rooted plants. Then we strolled round the garden centre, where OH found a variegated azalea M wanted. Next we went to the order department and put in two separate orders. We ought to be able to collect them mid to late November.
M and I love highly scented roses, M chose floribundas, a couple of hybrid teas and a climber. We went for Hybrid teas and a climber.
A web search later and I discovered a specialist rose grower in Cheshire.
Yesterday was wall-to-wall sunshine, so we took her to the rose-grower and their garden centre.
M and I love highly scented roses, M chose floribundas, a couple of hybrid teas and a climber. We went for Hybrid teas and a climber.
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