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A wonderfully long morning at Mill River Park. Why is it that the things we enjoy last such a short time and the things that we find annoying-but-necessary last so long? Four hours at Mill River passed in a flash. I was pretty much knackered walking home, but it felt good: the soul is calm and the body rules majestic.

On the way home, straw on my back, garden gloves in hand, muddy knees like a kid and a Shirley Temple hairdo, I took a long stroll and passed one of my two favourite churchyards and thought I'd wander through the grounds.

And saw this.