No time for proper blogging today – alas! – but here is a snapshot of Winter passing into Spring (as I make other plans). This is the view of Market Harborough cemetery from Northampton Road on my way back from the Rugby, last Saturday and this. It will be Autumn before the sun is at this angle at that time again and the quality of the light will be quite different.
The inscription on the large headstone to the right of the picture is from Tennyson (Alfred, not Lionel) and reads
Then let wise Nature work her will,
And on my clay her darnels grow,
Come only when the days are still,
And at my head-stone whisper low,
And tell me if the woodbines blow.
I wonder how many passers-by have paused to read this over the years (and how many of them have been able to answer the question?).