St Anne’s Churchyard..

... On a foggy, snowy February afternoon.
It has a bleak beauty doesn’t it?
(Not a Black Beauty, or it would be a horse).

I went to the Post Office. I left the appropriate space in front of me in the queue and, twice someone ‘overtook’ me to stand in front of me.. (??). There are great big footprints on the floor to stand on, so (for once) I don’t think it was me.
(I shall, however, put up my hand if the question is asked, who put their warm fleece hoodie on backwards this morning and wondered why they couldn’t see?).

When I arrived home I heard about the passing of Capt Sir Tom. What a grand chap. And what a grand age, to have achieved all he did. Blessings to him and his loved ones.