A late blog that is already a week late. On our trip over a week ago to the Cornish Tea Plantation we also threw in an extra stop off to a favourite churchyard. At St Just-in Roseland. I realise churchyards are not to everyone’s taste but we enjoy the peace and tranquility that a country church yard exudes.

It was a late evening visit and the sun was breaking through the Spring foliage at sharp angles.

It is the most beautiful place for both the living and the dead to rest their bones.

The harshness of life before the twentieth century is writ large on historic gravestones where adults die barely into middle age and their children die in infancy.

Not such a problem in the latter half of the twentieth century where other more middle-class messages are carved in stone. X and his wife Y both deceased well into old age, but wanting it known that they were not ‘Common’ people their gravestone informs us of both of their home addresses. Oxford and St Mawes. No mistaking them for Rif Raf!

It helps that the graveyard and the church are in the most spectacular landscape.