Cherry Lane Cemetery (near Heathrow)
So, a little time for quiet reflection in the early dawn light the morning after our arrival. There was something pure about the place, empty except for those now at rest, and something warm too, as though they rested in a huge feather bed, wrapped in the blanket promise of a beautiful sunny day ahead.
|To keep the horses out, or the residents in?|
|A beautiful bloom stark against the evergreen,|
stands over a final resting place. The name of it's
occupant? Rose, of course.