First steps, final rest

A red letter day for Missy, allowed out, though only to certain places, another two weeks before she gets her access all areas pass.

In a week where the ghosts of never to be forgotten heroes are rightly celebrated we wandered around the Church yard and this seemingly solid slab of stone caught my eye.
There's a beauty to the weather worn sandstone emblazoned with lichens and time, but something forlornly profound in the fading of the words of remembrance.

Missy mostly didn't notice, I don't think she gets reverie.