I went to visit a client this morning in the village where I was born and grew up. I used to go to Sunday School at this Congregational Church and my Dad used to look after the gardens there. He planted the rose bed that you can see. Unfortunately, there is only 1 rose remaining from the original ones and this one is called Peace. We are going to scatter Mum's ashes there which is what she asked her to do. That way she can be at peace in the garden my father loved so much
