this was taken in the graveyard of the church of st. mary up the street from our cottage in dedham. i’ve always loved cemeteries; i find them peaceful, serene and a perfect place to reflect. i was happy here, and so were my girls
brook cottage. how i miss it already. to the left of the photo is yousef taking a photo of his barefooted mother who was slipping on the freezing, mossy limestone. my sister yasmine is holding the tapestry. ah, to have accomplices
the river stour. we were disappointed to find that the riverboat restaurant was closed, so no rowboating. that really sucked, so we had to settle for feeding the birds