Angel

A quiet Sunday morning walk in a place that yesterday had been bustling with people. The field beside the church had a few people busy tidying up and waiting for the marquees to be taken down. The next field had cars sprinkled across it, abandoned by those who had enjoyed the beer tent too much and taken a lift home.

This was a one-day show which we no longer attend but we will be here the weekend after next for a two-day horsey event. This lovely angel marks the grave of the ancestors of the family who still live in the stately home and allow their land to be used for events in the summer.

I love the thought that salvation lets their wings unfold.

Just checked the preview, this is not like any of my blips!