On a bright and sunny afternoon we drove to the Parish Church of St John the Baptist on Church Lane, Boldre, where we met Elizabeth for a wander round the cemetery. These two images are Jackie’s.
She also pictured largely lichen-covered arboreal delights, and
various gravestones and crosses,
including the Burton family memorial to father, mother, and five year old son. Col. William Henry Burton (late Madras), according to the London Gazette, retired on an Indian pension and extra annuity in December 1890.
She finally focussed on the Chisman Brothers’ lichen-splashed memorial bench. Cecil died suddenly aged 40. I don’t know about William.
I, too, focussed on various flora;
on general views; on individual lichen and moss layered stones;
and on the House family monument of which Jackie had featured the semi-profiled lilies.
We still cannot make out the identity of either this little girl photographed on our last visit or the person watched over by this spotted angel.
Nature has converted wood and stone into palettes on which to apply her own gentle hues.
Unfortunately I have to report that, despite the warning sign, dumping even occurs on hallowed ground.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s creative cottage pie flavoured with cumin and thyme, and topped with potato and parsnip slices; flavoursome Brussels sprouts; crunchy carrots and meaty gravy with which she finished the Sauvignon Blanc and I drank Barossa Valley Shiraz 2017.