Here come the girls

Life is busy at the moment but the beautiful warm Spring weather is a real distraction from the jobs on my 'must do' list. It was also my wedding anniversary this week and I remember it being this hot and sunny on the day I got married, 21 years ago. My young man took me out to celebrate in a new restaurant but I was more taken with the tantalising view of memorial stones I could see in a small cemetery across the road. Over a tall hedge I could just see a huge stone topped by an angel and this is unusual in Pembrokeshire. I'm not sure if it's because of the preponderance of chapels or what but headstones, although often wonderful, are not commonly adorned by angelic hosts. So, I played truant from my jobs yesterday afternoon and drove back to the cemetery to have a closer look. I am completely fascinated by cemeteries and memorials but not in a morbid way. I am entranced by the names I find and imagine the lives people led. I took lots of photos and then realised they were all of women's headstones. I told a friend I had spent the afternoon in the cemetery and she gave me that 'you need to get a life' look, but being surrounded by all these other women's lives is wonderful and I would love to know more about them.