A Stroll Through Memory Lane: How a Bramble Patch Became a Ring of Beauty You know, sometimes the most beautiful things spring from the most unexpected places. I was having a cuppa the other day, looking out at the overgrown part of my garden – the one I keep telling myself I’ll get to, honest – and there, amongst the wild roses and rambling brambles, I spotted it. A tiny cluster of blossoms, a soft, almost ethereal bloom clinging to a thorny stem, its delicate petals unfurling in a gentle spiral. It wasn't the sort of grand, cultivated rose you'd see at Kew, but something far more personal, m...
