Memorials

A not insignificant oak tree stands at the entrance to The Outwoods car park where we went this afternoon. On entry, I'd noticed that a ceramic of a small dog stood at its foot. This is the close-up.

The stone records a rhyme in tribute to the dog (and, I would think to every dog). Maybe the flowerpot contains ashes.

A post in the ground is filling up with brass plaques of remembrances, retrieved, I suspect, from the many seats erected in the woodland in memory of loved ones. Several of the seats were fashioned rustically but the wood has decayed. At least someone cared enough to gather up all the brass plaques.

I intend to make myself a pizza tonight.