There's a particular street in our town that's lined with very old houses dating back to the 14th century (the time of the Black Death, Edward III and the Canterbury Tales) it's probably one of the earliest planned streets in the town and is kind of cigar shaped, i.e. narrow at both ends and, like many old English towns, probably contained a market back in the day. Anyway it always looks fabulous this time of year as almost every house features a rose bush outside, a positive outburst of pinks, whites, yellows and reds, a delight to traverse on the way to the station. The name of this street, why Rose street of course..
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