This is a traditional village graveyard. Small, quiet, attended by sheep and very very old. Apparently there are graves here from the 14th century. It’s hard to confirm as many of the stones have had to survive way too many hard Yorkshire winters, the names and dates are lost in time now. Many graves are unmarked or missing stones.
Time moves on, newer graves are still added here, but the graveyard is filling up. The free ground left for new graves is only the size of a small garden now.
So New Graveyards are being opened up…..
The New Ones around here are still very beautiful, set in beautiful moors countryside. But they are in many ways, VERY different. Neat lines, immaculately well kept grass, symmetrical, concrete paths, tarmac roads.
I was running past one of these new sites recently and I had to stop, yes I had to chuckle. This new Graveyard had a new sign on the Main Entrance Gates.
“One Way System in force in this Graveyard.”
Oh the irony…….
A Dad trying to cope with the loss of his Partner and becoming a single parent. 
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Here too we see signboards which make us smile and sigh.
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it’s great to smile
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Graveyards are often interesting, but rarely humorous, so you did well to spot this. The photo is very atmospheric too.
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The thing about graveyards that they can be beacons on beauty and quiet in the heart of cities.
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Inn Lincolnshire they have managed some of them as Nature Reserves, which is good for nature and justifies a more casual approach to grass cutting. Win-win.
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There’s always humour to be found someplace☺️
One of my old workplaces was near a church and overlooked an ancient graveyard. I never thought of going down the path to check out the graves but did spend an odd afternoon hour at the balcony looking down those resting places. The immense peace I felt in that fleeting time has always stayed with me.
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Peace and openness, often in a sea of city concrete
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Exactly. Two very different worlds.
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Oh, I would have done a double-take of that sign before chuckling. 😂
Very atmospheric that photo.
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made me laugh
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Haha… Love the irony! Walking through a rather old graveyard, upon a headstone of a young babe read – “It was the fault of the nursemaid.” I can only imagine the amount of bitterness it took to place this epitaph… Ouch.
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wow that’s a story right there
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Yet another wonderful photograph illustrating the source of the irony
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thank you Derrick
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Oh excellent! I’m still grinning!
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good 😊
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🤣💙🤣
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Indeed. We drive around the countryside quite a lot and there are cemeteries around every corner. What happens when space runs out? Our oldest graveyard dates only to the Revolutionary War.
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I guess they have to find a new one somewhere
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Oh, gosh, yes, how ironic 🤭
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the irony 😊
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Ha! That’s great. You remind me that my husband and I are talking about a “graveyard run” in Wisconsin to visit our loved ones gone. The look and feel of city vs. country cemeteries are so strange! Virtual hugs to you and Hawklad xxxxxxxxxx
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Was that a genuine signpost in the graveyard? 🤣
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Studying lichen on gravestones is one of my pleasures in life, and yes it is a one way system. I think we have to notice and savour each wild strawberry (from the zen story of two tigers 🐅🐅 and the wild, tasty, refreshing🍓strawberry).
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The Story:
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There’s something bittersweet and beautiful about the old graveyards – and to have some dating back to the 14th century is just something else. So much history and stories. 🙏
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