It seems so strange to see a Latin gravestone. Perhaps in Westminster Abbey or some don-filled university necropolis; but in the churchyard at Coley, within soot-falling distance of an old mill. And so beautifully carved; as though the beauty of the carving could somehow disguise the horror of a death too early. Moss now grows in the crevices, taking the edge off tragedy.
Alas, we no longer have the artisans with the skills to replicate that example of fine carving.
ReplyDeleteI recollect that somewhere, could it be in Coley churchyard, there is a gravestone to a "Miss" who didn't want to be remembered as "Miss" because she hadn't missed as much as most people thought she had.