Published by Richard Wyatt
Freelance Journalist, broadcaster, columnist and local historian. Director of Bath Newseum. Married and lives in Bath. Interested in local history, architecture and visual display in museums and urban spaces. View all posts by Richard Wyatt
The overgrown churchyard:
‘Do not think it was by choice, that I lingered long in the world of men.
Nor ever have doubted that, one day, I should come to lie beside you.
Now beneath nettle and fern, promises kept, bones mingled.
We shall care little, at last, which way blows the wind.’
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