As we walked past it the goat signaled an easterly wind. Then the discovery of a face on a stone. Cows stop to say hello. A path through the churchyard, a lamppost and a gravestone. Another path took us alongside the memorial stone which said "Say what a wife should be and She was that". Through the gate onto Mustow street where cherry blossom lay in drifts on the ground whilst still being spectacular on trees.
The cathedral reflected and a photo of the side rarely seen. Into the Garden of Remembrance, a haven of peace with it's clematis, a trio of daisy-like plants, sundial and sculpture.
Through town to Kings Road roundabout where arrows stand proud, and on to the cemetery where tulips waved in the wind and buttercups littered the ground. Babies gone but never forgotten within the boundary wall. On the way home there were free gifts. I hope there were some takers.