Too tired to go on, we went off the beaten track into the backwoods
of the Ottway ranges following a sign to a remote B&B.
The sky was threateningly overcast, evening was drawing nigh
although it was only mid-afternoon.
Way up a dirt track we found it. The erstwhile garden overgrown
with rampant blackberries . . . the owners were as far removed from
gardeners as you could get, yet here and there was historical
evidence of another hand.Some late dahlia heads sought the light
through blackberry tangles and this, to me totally new creeper
shone lanterns of pink into the gathering gloom.
yet when I had braved an overgrown ditch where someone had
attempted to cut up a fallen branch with a chainsaw but had
given up and left the logs in the tall grass to trip up strange
wanderers, I came near enough to snap a flower through a
gap in the general disarray.
Is it a relative of the Clematis? I have no books at hand to
investigate . . . does anyone know it more personally than I
who have stumbled on it per chance? It is quite large, approx.
4" across and 6" dangling.
My computer desperately needs a drink and it's lifeline is in
the car, it is also 3 o'clock in the morning and cold outside.
So farewell from your foreign correspondent for now . . .