About a couple of miles from my home-village of Thurlstone lies the hilly market-town of Penistone in the churchyard of which, propped up casually against the dark stone wall of the old church is the mossy old 18th century head stone of a certain Molyneux Bunny who:
served with distinction in the wars
Of King William and Queen Anne,
And was a gentleman born.
I remember that from time I would leave the windy High Street and pop through the lych-gate into the old cemetery, hearing the rain begin to patter on the leaves of the sheltering sycamore-trees to examine it …
(Have you noticed, by the way, that these days not even nostalgia is what it used be).