Another visit to Olde Englande

A piece of Olde Englande refers. This time, closer to old home, on the way back from Oxford. GPS trace.

At a turn in the road is a Lychgate that I haven't been through before. It turns out to be for Wilstone cemetery, but it is some way from Wilstone. Indeed it is some way from anywhere.

Inside, we look back out:

All is calm and peaceful. And I feel a surge of feeling for England, the land.

There's even a Proctor. There's nothing particularly old, though. Presumably this is the overflow cemetery.

And then on to Ivinghoe Beacon. How tall it used to be, when I was young.

Ah, time.