Within the park there is the most incredibly lush meadowland, with a driveway through it, an area for parking, and lots of footpaths to give access to the graves. As it is on rising land there are wonderful views over the Worcestershire countryside beyond, and there are a number of bench seats where one can sit in quiet contemplation.
Some of the graves are tended, some are not, but most have a small plaque at one end. There are no gravestones or monuments, but trees have been planted on some of them.
In addition to the wild flowers among the meadow grasses, there were other beautiful blooms on individual graves which were outstanding.
The feeling of tranquillity was exactly what I was looking for, and what finally did it for me was to hear the cuckoo calling. It is a sound which is so evocative of my childhood, and I seldom hear it where I am living now. I think it would ease the pain of going to know that I was going to lie in that meadowland when I was gone. I left with my mind made up.
4 comments:
How beautiful. I wish that opportunity was available for me. I do dread visiting my grandmother's grave and the thought of my parents (hopefulyy not for a long Time) becuase Jewish graveyards allow no flowers, no beauty. All is sorrow.
Looks perfect! I'd like a place like that. At least your kids won't have to criss-cross another country like my mother expected!
Wonderful pictures and a wonderful description! Had the same effect on me and my husband, and I certainly have peace of mind knowing that our eternity will be spent there (until the worms get us and nature takes its course, just as she's supposed to!) Funny how much it matters, really.....
Wonderful place!
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