I felt more like my old self yesterday than I have since Ann died and it was a good feeling.  I chose to walk my circuit on the road after all the rain, so I headed up hill to Thurgoland and then made my way to the churchyard.  It has been going through my mind that I might have made a mistake when deciding that Ann would be buried in Danby because I haven’t been able to visit since the funeral.  Seeing the higgledy mess of gravestones (and ones disappearing into the damp ground) made me think I’d made the right decision.  I’m going to visit her on Friday.  It would have been her 72nd birthday.