Souls

I was back at my parents' former home today - the estate agents' photographer was booked to come and do his magic. 

I took the opportunity to do some more tidying up in the garden, eat two more picnics in the sunshine in the garden, go for a pleasant walk, and share thoughts on jingoism with the woman working in the village shop. 

We agreed that the Russians and the French had the right attitude to royalty. 

Part of my walk was to the church graveyard again - more visits in two weeks than in the previous 10 years. I left some flowers. Flowers from their garden. Seemed right. Last week it was flowers from my garden.