There was a wedding going on at St John the Baptist, Kingsthorpe, so I couldn't look round it. People can be so selfish.
But I had its graveyard, now a pocket park, to myself.
It was a spring day and somewhere nearby I could hear trains on the Northampton loop of the West Coast main line.
I have reproduced these photos in colour to preserve the feel of spring. Besides, if you print photographs of old graveyards in black and white you may see more than you wish.
Call it pareidolia if that comforts you.
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