By: Blonde Two
Something quiet and gentle for this Friday I think. Whilst out around the Devonshire lanes last weekend (look, the sun had come out), Blonde One and I happened upon this tiny but beautiful graveyard. The message on the gate summed it up perfectly, who could fail to rest in peace at this tangled but restful spot?Tantalisingly, the gate was locked so I couldn’t go in and wander or wonder. Maybe this was what preserved its sense of separateness from the world. Nobody allowed in except those who have passed through the gates of peace another way.Happy Friday everyblonde.