Warblington Cemetery,Hampshire Her presence discourages un-neutered cats from moving in and forming a colony
The rain had stopped, but the sky was the colour of greying linen. As we left the coastal path and cut across the cattle field to the cemetery, and our wellington boots became daubed with mud and manure. In the neighbouring pasture a large flock of brent geese were hunkered down against the wind as they cropped the grass. Overhead,crows and jackdaws wheeled through the air like ragged scraps of black polythene.
Pots of plastic poinsettias lay toppled and weatherworn, and wizened holly berries clung to the wreaths that had been placed on graves at Christmas. But amid the dead sprang fresh life. Beside the kissing gate, or daffodils were in full bloom and a blackbird scuffing his feet in a drift of dried leaves had unearthed a clump of nodding,pearly white snowdrops.
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Source: theguardian.com