St Nicholas' Churchyard, Warndon.

A little local exploration.

[Tim L]

Started me thinking of a favorite poem

" Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."

[Ruth Bourne]

@laroque Oh, yes!