I frolicked among the graves again today, I had permission from the various bodies concerned. This was a required return as I had missed somebody yesterday, I found him where he lay, right under my nose. Isn't it always the way? Another kept himself hidden, after four years in the trenches he would be good at this. Imagine however spending all that time avoiding bullets, coming home after your regiment is disbanded in early 1919, then dying of appendicitis a few weeks later? How sad is that? I found him through an internet search and this means I must return again on Monday, unless he has moved elsewhere. There is good exercise to be had wandering about, sometimes the earth has sunk somewhat and falling into a depression is always a danger. This almost happened to me but I recovered quickly as I'm sure I heard a small piercing voice cry "Do come in...." I found myself several seconds later at the gate and on the way out.
I came across this while scouring the old pics. I may have shown it here before, maybe not. This I found in a village close by a while back. A lovely touch in a building that faces the main street, and a very noisy one at that. An excellent renovation I would say. That is if he actually did put another door in around the side.
In days of yore this used to be the only way to hear music outside of the wireless and the local brass band. These days it must be impossible to buy the needles, although many must still have records and use the thing. Oh the delight of scratching a record and having the best track on the album jump as it played, worse still to repeat the same note over and over again. How we suffered! Kids today, they know nothing!