Another shot from the ruins of the church I visited yesterday. The grave stone in the foreground bears the name Mary Jane who died aged 15 in 1889 it gets sadder as you read further down and find the names of her two siblings that died as infants. Life must have been hard back then. .
Can’t beat a wander round a graveyard. The stones tell such stories. I think it was a precarious time health wise for all. Even if you made it to adulthood, there was no guarantee that you would be there for long!
Life would have been so very hard back then.