As I was walking through the churchyard, on my way home this morning, a young girl of about five suddenly appeared on a table-top tomb and started dancing a merry jig. It was very sudden and decidedly unexpected, not least because she appeared to be alone. Was she, I wondered, the occupant of the grave come up for a bit of fresh air and a dance?
I wouldn’t blame her if this was the case, as the air was delightfully fresh this morning. And, while on the subject of graves, here’s an example of a brick tomb in the shape of a coffin.
The name on the top is pretty much undecipherable, and the grave style is, for me anyway, quite new.
The graveyard has been in use since 1250, when the first church was built. I assume it was quite small back then whereas, today, it covers around three acres. Yesterday, when we entered the graveyard, I thought it was the town cemetery, given the size.
The reason I was walking through it today was because I had to visit Boots after my shop at Waitrose. Boots is on the high street. This gave me a chance to scope out the independent coffee houses for future visits.
It also gave me the opportunity of snapping a photo of this interesting looking building.
Lymington was originally a coaching town, so I wonder if this has something to do with that. I haven’t been able to find anything online about it, so it might just remain a mystery.
Back at the house, I managed to book the girls in for a grooming session on Monday as well as getting them successfully registered with the vet.
Mirinda has been looking for possible walks for her and the dogs. Late on, she took them for a lovely walk at Keyhaven.
By the way, the young dancing girl was eventually joined by two elderly carers (grandparents, I assumed) and she leapt off the grave and the three of them wandered off in between less elaborate grave markings. Such a happy trio.
