All That Remains of Us

A few years ago, The Boy and I went on holiday with my extended family to Brittany. One day we all decided to do our own thing. By coincidence my parents and the two of us, both went to the same ruined abbey within hours of each other.

It was a place of amazing peace and beauty – sadly I can’t remember it’s name.
This morning, when I was looking for something else, I came across these tomb photos. I remembered that I’d promised to send them to my Ma, as we’d both been rather taken by their location amongst the ferns.
Sorry Ma – better late than never?
[Lorna – yes, it does look phallic – calm down, it’s only a monument]

Bones for Dr Bones

At one point it was very popular to have ‘double decker’ memorials – as one was in life on top, and what one must be like by now underneath. This is the Tanfield Tomb in Burford.