We had breakfast and then checked out of The Yorkshire Hotel. Luggage loaded into the car; we drove to Wakefield to visit the Cathedral. The Church is large in size and has a lovely interior. We enjoyed our visit and I got my Cathedral passport stamped. The lady who put the sticker in my passport (upside down) was interested to know which other Cathedrals I had visited. I opened the passport at the front page and showed her.

We still had time to spare so we visited the nearby Sandal Castle where Mr C was able to tick off another Wars of the Roses site and learn information related to one of his current interests. The castle’s hill top location gave spectacular views of the surrounding area.

Next to the castle was a café so we decided to have an early lunch before continuing on our journey home. The café was warm, welcoming and cosy. My glasses steamed up after stepping in from the relative cold outside. When they cleared, I was able to see the menu and food counter. I chose apple and blackberry crumble. The lady who served us was full of laughter and tried to persuade me to have it with custard or cream. I chose to have it warmed up but declined any additions, leading her to jokingly comment that it was just wrong. Mr C chose a fish finger butty, something I had also considered. It arrived with a large portion of chips so I was glad I had opted for the crumble instead.

We stopped off on our way home to pick up ingredients for Catalan Fish Stew so that we could enjoy ‘fine dining’ at home to complete our few days away.

Mr C’s new car has got the job. It was a joy to travel in and the boot swallowed up our luggage easily without having to squeeze it in. I think Mr C enjoyed driving it but time will tell…

it was interesting to discover as a result of the Radio York appeal, that of all the roses we have identified as being removed from the battlefield, these were the same species – the Rosa Mundi. There is the possibility, of course, that they were planted there as a hoax. We know that enterprising Saxton villagers sold souvenir rose plants for half a crown at the turn of the last century. This does not necessarily explain why these Rosa Mundi’s were still found there in the 1940’s. This is a striking rose with beautiful colouring and a heady perfume – you would not plant it out in the middle of as field for fear of someone taking it, if you were so commercially minded. The writer, a romantic soul at heart, prefers to think of them being planted out by generations of descendants of those fallen on the field. It is surely no coincidence that the Rosa Mundi is also known as the York & Lancaster rose and it is bred from that most ancient of roses, Rosa Gallica.

Although the legendary Towton Rose has still not been found there are still hopes that someone might have a photograph or drawing of it tucked away somewhere without knowing it’s importance:

It is possible that someone has a photograph, drawing or painting of the rose without realising its significance. Edmund Bogg, who wrote about it and penned a poem on The Towton Rose in the early 1900’s was a prolific photographer. Unfortunately, he did not include a photo of the rose in his book – I guess it was not in bloom when he visited. He also had an art and picture framing shop in Leeds. Maybe one of his students painted the rose? It would be wonderful if someone reading this blog has such a painting.

I passed Towton Battle Field on my way to York early in June but unfortunately there wasn’t enough time to go back and visit. It would have made an interesting follow up to my Flodden Field Battle Trail posts. But anyway I digress so back to the search for the Towton Rose.

From the Shropshire Star:

A Shropshire-based world expert on roses is embarking on a Holy Grail-type quest to find a variety of plant associated with the bloodiest battle ever fought on British soil – and which has not been seen for over 70 years.

Peter Boyd, curator at Shrewsbury Museums, is appealing to people across the country to search high and low in their gardens for the Towton Rose – which featured pink and red markings on its petals.

The rose allegedly grew in its hundreds on the graves of the fallen at the famous Battle of Towton during the Wars of the Roses just a few miles from York.

More than 28,000 Lancastrians and Yorkists fell at the spot in 1461, reputedly the bloodiest battle in English history.  The rose is only purported to have bloomed on the soils where the blood of dead is supposed to have been spilled, according to legend and poetry.

Mr Boyd said: “The Towton rose was identified in the 19th century as a form of the native Scots Rose (Rosa spinosissima), also known as the Burnet Rose.  There is no doubt that it did exist but it is said that it has not been seen for over 70 years.

“At this particular site at Towton, there were these flowers which had pink and red markings that people said was from the blood of the fallen.  Of course, that is non-sense but it makes a romantic tale.

“Because this rose was common on the battlefield, people went to collect bits of it as souvenirs and local people even sold them.  But just after the Second World War, local farmers got so fed up of people coming onto their land that they went out with their men and dug all the remaining plants up.

“It might still survive on the site but I have been there and had a pretty thorough search and we certainly didn’t find any.”

Mr Boyd is being joined in his quest for the rose by author Peter Algar, from Leeds, who wrote the book The Shepherd Lord, set during the aftermath of Towton.

“Day trippers from Leeds and Bradford area and further afield were known to visit Towton to pick up souvenirs of the rose” said Mr Algar.

“Maybe someone has one in their garden elsewhere in Britain?”

If anyone can help in the quest, they can visit www.theshepherdlord.com or www.peterboyd.com.

Article by Russell Roberts

You can follow the quest on George Algar’s Blog, hopefully it will be successful, I shall certainly be keeping my eye on it and if any of you just happen to see one…