An afternoon with the dead

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.