I arrived an hour early to a rugby game today due to a misunderstanding, the team were to get there at 12 and supports an hour later. With no rugby boots and armed only with a camera I totally fell into the supporter side of things!! Next to the ground is an old cemetery, so what was I to do with the hour I had up my sleeve? Visit the dead of course!!
|...gone but not forgotten, I think not|
|...I love how things were big and statement like|
|...box hedges and park benches all groomed, but sadly not the graves|
|...old rusted wrought iron with new fences and rambling roses|
|...some one still visits and cares|
|...and what do you wear when visiting the dead, purple boots of course.|
|I suspect this huge old lovely tree has been watching over the adjacent cemetery for a very long time.|