Back home (sort of)
I showed Freya the inside of the church and we enjoyed walking around the far from gloomy graveyard. It was only today that I made the connection that this was the church where my parents were married.
I used to live in Aylesbury many, many years ago; but most of my memories revolve around playing in the dead-end street where my parents' house was. In a town not know for it's attractive corners, this was an area I was glad to revisit.