The lady and the Kite in the cemetery
Someone I know well has been widowed: she spend a lot of time in the graveyard. She described how recently she saw a kite trapped in a tree there. It was telling her something, she's still working it out. Her powerful words formed an image in my mind: this is it, fortunately recently I had done another study in a graveyard:
This graveyard is set in the grounds of St Mary's Church Portchester, a church built 1133 as part of an Abbey which vacated the site twenty years later, part of the transepts were demolished, but the church still functions as a parish church.
This next one is Gosport War Memorial Hospital entrance (south) where I work part-time