The image I’ve used here is the Harlow Carr Rose bred by David Austin.

I grow roses in my garden. Harlow Carr is my favourite.

The scent is beyond divine. When I cut them for the house, you can smell it downstairs, upstairs. Everywhere.

WTF has this to do with The Hidden History Project?

At this risk of sounding loony – this rose is my connection to all that is good and wonderful and blessed.

I have to confess here… my researches are all pointing me to somewhere that I DO NOT want to go.

I have ignored and ignored the obvious inevitability of it.

I need to take time away.

Not from the TRUTH.

But from my own, very personal journey to it.

God bless.