What is better than the first camellia flower?
A glint of cerise catches your eye in the distance. Abandoning your wheelbarrow you tentatively investigate, non negotiable curiosity drawing you towards a hint of something special. In a scrappy hedge of hardy fuchsia, self seeded ash and buddleja, tucked in behind a lodge, the discovery of an up-to-now un-found camellia. One crumpled lipstick bloom basking in the sporadic sunshine.