As usual a shopping trip to and from town involves cutting through the churchyard. I took my camera along this morning.
St Matthew's churchyard has been part of our lives for as long as we can remember. A few minutes walk away from our childhood homes and the house we now live in. There are different routes to take but this one is far quicker and a lot more picturesque.
The church has dominated the town's skyline since the Thirteenth century.
Currently undergoing some restoration it remains an oasis of calm after a morning spent being jostled by the sweat pant and pyjama (yes, really) wearing shoppers.
The familiar names on the headstones are like old friends. Joseph was a leather worker, the trade Walsall is still famous for.
Our house was built in 1760 so, as locals, those buried here would have walked past our house every day of their lives.
As children we were told that these mummy-shaped caskets were placed over graves to prevent body snatching.
Isn't it amazing to think that Ann Sly was alive at the same time as the French Revolution and the American War of Independence?
Relict means the surviving member of a marriage after the spouse has died.
The Celtic cross marks the family grave of the Newbolt family, possibly ancestors of the poet, Sir Henry, a Walsall resident.
The road between our house and the church is dotted with derelict workshops, some dating back to the days of the Industrial Revolution.
The back-to-back terraces give way to smart Victorian villas, once home to the town's wealthy.
The lady who lives in this gorgeous double fronted villa is a craft blogger!
Jon staggers on ahead with the shopping.
Part of the Victorian Highgate Brewery, named after the part of town in which we live. It went into administration a few years ago and we miss the smell of hops terribly!
|Wearing: Vintage maxi dress (courtesy of Heather, whose blog seems to have vanished), Beaded peacock bag (Car boot sale, 5 years ago), 1960s fringed suede jerkin (Second to None, 2010)|
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