I count myself fortunate to be living on what could be classed as ‘the rural fringe’, a small village a couple of miles outside the nearest town; it’s not what you might consider a particularly pretty village but it’s surrounded by fields and is definitely Countryside, but with the convenience of easy access to everything, whether daily or less frequent activities or needs. I never thought in my previous marriage that I would one day be living in the countryside in a characterful property with a decent size (of course it could be bigger) garden, and that on days like this I could be outside deadheading roses and all I would hear would be birdsong and the occasional ‘baah’ or ‘moo’ (depending on the current occupants of the nearest fields). Admittedly the breeze can also bring the persistent hum of traffic on the motorway if it is in a certain direction, but when the birds are happy they soon drown out any extraneous noise.
‘Rural England’, the rose above, is on the pergola attached to the side of the sitooterie at this point, but which continues along the side of the paved area behind the house with the stream on the other side. Described as a continuous flowering rambler, there are two plants which I hope will eventually clamber over the supports and onto the roof of the sitooterie; this is probably their third year here, and like ‘Blush Noisette’ in the rose garden they now seem to be taking off as they are a mass of bud and flower. A continuous flowering rambler with a scent – what more could one want?!