|My bit of the wall ( left foreground)|
Now the rest of the wall now needs a facelift, so today I have spoken to a Welsh conservation group that may be able to help me complete the job....so here's hoping.
From what the woman said....I am just one of many asking for help.
Anyhow Today we have had the first proper rain in weeks, and finally "Bosoms" has taken its first, and much needed drink. I braved the wet and planted out squash, cabbage and courgettes and was just puddling in some leeks when I spied a lady in the churchyard.
The young woman was obviously weeping. She was standing by a grave and had what looked like a bunch of small yellow flowers clasped in her hands, which she held tightly beneath her chin
I turned around and walked slowly away from Bosoms and the graveyard, it is a habit I have gotten into when someone looks distressed or grieving .
Sometimes a graveyard needs to be a very private place
|Bosoms in the rain|