We discovered a lost village while walking on the very windy beach on the south coast with a low sun sending rays out over everything it could see.
It was an old mill which had been abandoned, I guess when the industrial revolution really began to have an impact. There were lots of crumbling walls, templates of long forgotten homes, a railway track half buried in sand and stone running past ruined storage buildings full of brick piles. Neither of us knew this place was there, so it felt like a treasue on what was otherwise a difficult and tiring day - my father in laws funeral.
At the funeral, in a lovely stone church, paramedics lined the pathway to the church to pay their respects to a long serving colleague - it was extremely moving. Rest now B.
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