Blewbury is a village I pass through twice a day on my way to and from work, like most villages in the UK it has an old church (St Michaels) and churchyard which is full or not used.
St Michaels Church
St Michaels Churchyard
Some of the old headstones lining the path to the church
Not sure if it's his grave or a memorial but he did leave a message.
Inside St Michaels it is worth looking around as it is quite old an still many of the features
Though the bell tower is not one of the places you can visit, I had an invite
The west tower has a ring of eight bells. Joseph Carter of
Reading cast the sixth bell in 1586. As
well as his name and the year, the bell bears the legend Blessed be the name of
the Lorde. Henry II Knight, also of Reading, cast the third bell in 1663. His
successor Samuel Knight cast the fourth bell in 1689 and the fifth bell in
1704. Edward Read of Aldbourne, Wiltshire cast the seventh bell in 1752. John
Hunt, who briefly ran a bell-foundry at Cholsey, cast the tenor bell in 1825.
These may have completed a ring of six bells, until John Taylor & Co of
Loughborough cast the present treble and second bells in 1906. St Michael's has
also a Sanctus bell that Thomas II Mears of the Whitechapel Bell Foundry cast
in 1819 (History taken from Wikipedia)
And an even more impressive view from the top of the tower.
Heading out of the village you will find two cemetery's this older one which is dedicated to the men of the village who gave their lived in the war
And the new one which is used now.
The older one which is no longer used is worth a visit
There are a couple of war graves and one of a local paster and cricketer
The cemetery is well kept and still have people visiting to leave flowers.
Though some grow on their own
One side you can find the small graves of children who have passed away before their time which I always find sad
Worse when they have only been on this world for less than two weeks and now seem forgotten but she does have a bunch of snowdrops growing on her grave.
Snowdrops growing through fallen leaves by one of the older graves in the Blewbury cemetery, beauty in decay.