Here's a picture of the village's red phone box that I have taken for posterity. The Government, in its infinite wisdom is phasing them out so I don't know how long this one will last.

And here is a picture of the churchyard, taken from underneath an ancient yew tree. It's interesting walking through a graveyard with a dog because one tries very hard to be sombre, thoughtful and respectful, while all the while wondering whether the dog might pee on someone's grave. I tried to imagine it as a comedy scene from the Vicar of Dibley, and hoped that if it did happen that God, in all his Anglican might, would find it amusing too. It's a great incentive for not loitering. I knew my father would think it funny, so that was enough.

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