We had a pleasant jaunt to Bury St Edmunds though it was for a sombre occasion my Aunt Margaret’s funeral. She was over 96 and had led a full life. In Victorian times she would have paddled up the Amazon in a crinoline.
We stayed at the Angel, Mr Pickwick lodged there, a lovely room though rather noisy and there was no lift!
The view from our room included part of the abbey complex and, to the left in the distance, the sugar mill silos – modern monuments.
The abbey ceiling was colourful.
We wandered around the town after our meal and it was lovely in the soft, night light.
In the narrow streets we were in a different, romantic dimension. The couple seem to walk out of the picture.
The moon was lovely.
The next day we drove to the chapel where there was a service to celebrate aunt’s life and then to a crematorium for the committal. At the wake I met my 1st, second and third cousins with their partners and children so it was not all sad. It is sad and final that she was the last of my father’s generation but I still have two aunt’s 90 and 97, on my mother’s side.
I have never seen a Himalayan Cherry before and there was a gloriously shaggy one on the path back to our car.