8 July 2016

Why, after a run of beautiful sunny mornings, did today start with a downpour?  Grey skies, stair rods coming down, puddles breaking up the lines of the pathways, and that extra intensity of green a soaking brings to the trees.

Life, and death, goes on, and yesterday the gravediggers were back.

Today their interim handiwork is there to see.  So when's the burial?

For now a seagull stands guard.

While his mate provides backup overhead.

It was sunny most of the week, honest.  So nice that I couldn't resist a walk through the avenues of trees and stonemasonry.

It's a sad, beautiful place to meander through.  Some bits sadder than others.  This is the grave I first pictured here back on 5 February, expecting that a slab of marble would soon mark out the spot.  But look at it today.  Gone and forgotten?