I have been badgering Tony for the name of this sweet pea all summer and now, October in, he tells me. It is called April in Paris. It is exquisite white with feint purple tracings. It has flowered and flowered and not done the usual pea thing of shrinking in flower size and stem length as the season wears it out. The stems are long and it is highly scented.
One to sow and show and tell. An offering to close my blog for several weeks as I follow a pyrenean trail in big boots.