Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Where time stops still...
Luckily I didn't meet any ancestoral ghosts in Bishops Castle, but spending time with the 'real' relatives was just pefect. My dad, two brothers, sister, nephew and I were all there to remember a special family member with a bench we'd had put up in the graveyard.
It was the first time we'd seen the bench, as it had all been arranged via the internet but I needn't have been nervous. It's the perfect spot, English countryside at its most beautiful, and with lots and lots of wild flowers around.
And the time even goes officially slower in Shropshire. See anything strange about the church clock?
It only has one hand, because, well, why do you need to know the time to the second when there's no need to hurry anywhere?
Labels: Bishops Castle
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