A place to rest...

... A place of tranquility and peace.

And squirrels and pheasants and nature.

A back-blip.

We were dealing with the final part of the bereavement of last month.

A very special experience, in this special place.

No further words necessary.

(Except (!) perhaps, that Pam Ayres wrote a poem called 'Woodland Burial'.
It's nice!).