June 25 - Day 82 - 'We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.' Abraham Lincoln

This morning returned to what we often expect from British Summers - drizzle, cold and grey. I can remember many a holiday sat in the back of our Simca Van, eating potted meat or haslet sandwiches and waiting for it to stop raining before being able to get out.

So with my warmer jacket back on and my waterproof leggings (no heated socks you will be glad to know!) I set off in the knowledge that after today, I would have fewer than 2000 miles to complete. Through the drizzle, I did manage to spot the dog rose featured in the picture. That’s what I’ve always called them so I hope I’ve got the right wild rose (Rosa canina) as I know there are a number of different varieties

As usual, that set me off thinking why it has that name. Apparently, rose hips were eaten as early as 2000 BC and the name relates to the idea that the roots, berries or nectar could be used if bitten by a rabid dog. I’ll try and remember that if I come across one on the moor. I also didn’t know that Rosehip syrup made from dog rose has 20 times the vitamin C of orange juice.

So, approaching the weekend, if you want to try an alternative, there are a number of recipes available for rosehip syrup - although I might stick with orange juice. Thank you as always at the end of another week, for all your support in helping me to complete the first 2500 miles. It’s all downhill from here… well no, it’s definitely uphill as well.

‘I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.’ William Shakespeare