I went to Cranfield, one of my favourite universities to visit, after all, how many universities can boast of having an airfield on the campus, eh? While driving back, I noticed this great little church.
Another gravestone with some serious looking spikes on the top, what for?
I touched the ancient weathered stones and they spoke to me. It was lovely, hearing the soft susurration of the old voices whispering around the church graveyard.
Another sight of the bell tower with arrow slits.
gravestones moved to the fence, another sad thing, nobody remembers them but there is this residual thought that they need to be maintained, but not for long, in my experience, they disappear after 100 odd years…
Regretfully I went back to the car and took off. I could have spent more time there and with my bigger camera, but next time..