Last week was spent visiting family in England, in an old village with roots going back to the time of the Anglo-Saxons.
The High Street was full of surprises.
A rusty weather vane reminded me of myself
And pointed the way to an old clock tower, now a faded home to pigeons.
I ambled down pretty side streets until I spied a wooden entrance next to an old church.
I peeked through a hole in the wood to snap these 200-year-old graves.
A moment of contemplation. A reminder to appreciate the living.
So, I turned homewards to family – to another historic sight.
This is me (the small normal one?) with my three siblings.
It’s been four years since we are all together in the same place.
As you can see, our parents are so proud that they raised four well-balanced and sane kids!
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