Now here is an intriguing thing. A dozen yellow roses, each about 25 paces apart, embedded into the ground in a trail of upright stemmed blooms along the field track leading to the old barn, starting at the gate onto the Lane, and finishing at the old barn. We discovered this trail of roses yesterday afternoon – they may have been there all day, but in the morning morning we took an alternative dog walking route. Was this a treasure trail leading to a romantic encounter between secret Valentines behind the warm-red bricks of the old barn? Or someone expressing displeasure because the dozen roses should have been a romantic red? We’ll probably never know, unless any of our observant neighbours is able to shed light on the mystery.
I'd have loved to see the dozen roses - these are so perfect in their new budding! My guess is there is a secret tryst between two lovers. We may never know but this photo stands to start the story!
