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Went "back home" to Kent yesterday to attend our annual extended family Christmas party (circa 40 of us over many generations).
Several of us took the opportunity to go to the village church to put some flowers on my mother's grave and I spotted this on the way, tucked under a hedge just off the path.
Couldn't help wondering if his family knew he was buried there, had ever visited and why his remains had never been repatriated to his home town. I'll probably never know but I've asked my youngest sister to see what she can find out as she still lives in the village and is the family historian (we can trace ancestors back to 1738 at the same church).
As I said, a poignant reminder of village life when my mother and father were local teenagers.
