Where did that week go? Seven days in which I've given little thought to the cemetery (which implies that, rather pathetically, I do think about a graveyard most weeks....). There wasn't even time this morning to take the usual photos so today they come from the late afternoon. No bad thing given it was dull and wet start, with the sun coming out after lunchtime.
But the nearest thing to interest I can provide is evidence of The Return of the Geraniums - one of the poorest horror films Hammer ever made.
Still not much sign of Autumn on the way, but it can't be far off now.
Meanwhile the visitors keep turning up regularly, tending the graves, reflecting on their losses. We all end up here one day.
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