Ashes to ashes

In the middle of the day we went to stand beside the road and wait  for the undertaker to drive past bearing a coffin. The adult daughter of friends had died (not from Covid) and  numbers allowed at the 'crem' were limited. People gathered, paid silent respects and dispersed.

We went for a walk along the river. The path was muddy and wet. The dog lost her coat, presumably after it got caught on brambles. We stopped to talk to the man who has been renovating this derelict lime kiln for several years - simply as a labour of love. It was once one of several around the harbour. Limestone was shipped up the river, which runs on the left here,  hauled up to the crucible on top of the kiln and layered with flammable material for burning. The resulting 'quicklime' was raked out through the draw holes below to be used  by farmers to sweeten the acid soil.
 Now, lime wash is being used to brighten the stonework and it's a pleasure to see the old kiln rising like a phoenix from the ashes.