I drove out a few miles to this village on Sunday for a walk. Years ago I borrowed a book from the library written by a woman who grew up here and she wrote about all the people and houses plus every day life. Her parents were buried in the church yard. At the time I was a carer working for the county and a couple of my clients lived her as well. One of them told me about his daughter who died young and was also buried at the same church.
So one weekend our daughter and I had a walk across fields to the church and found all these graves. We also found a small lake nearby and walked around finding some of the buildings mentioned.
I have never walked this route since so thought it was time. It was so peaceful and I did a slightly different route, walking along narrow lanes until I reached the lake then following footpaths back to the car. I didn't visit the graveyard as I couldn't remember any of the names. Here are a few photos.
The elderflower is everywhere. I don't think I have ever seen so much blossom.
One thing about this lockdown is that any little outing, even nearby seems really exciting. I felt like I had been on holiday afterwards.