This afternoon I took a walk in St Mary’s Churchyard, Wanstead. A wonderfully atmospheric place where the dead lay under a carpet of ivy and fallen leaves, I was looking for the grave of Dick Turpin’s father who is buried there; unfortunately time seems to have eroded his name from whichever stone lays atop him.
I didn’t locate Mr Turpin senior, so I took these pics instead.
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