I was inspired to write this when we were on holiday this year in a little village called Chillesford in Suffolk. The caravan site for a maximum of 5 caravans lies at the side of the churchyard. A track leads off the road before the entrance to the site so it is well hidden.
Peace descends over a small area of green adjacent to a tiny church. The field is surrounded by a high hedge which gently sways in the breeze. The trees in the churchyard, which stand taller than the tower, majestic and like guardian angels supply shelter for the church and at the same time draw you towards it as they border a path leading to the main door.
An army of gravestones stand mostly erect and in formation, some carrying decorations of freshly laid flowers. A few of the ‘old soldiers’ have seen better days and are leaning precariously.
The sound of the wind rustles the leaves of the sycamore and shortly will be dislodging the many seed pods causing them to spread their wings and helicopter away in the hopes of regeneration.
In the late evening the church is lit by spotlights making a bold frontispiece to the dark sky background.
The whole area is hidden from the road and it is difficult to find that this is a caravan site. Luckily this means that only a few caravans appear and leaves it very exclusive to those that are in the know. And it is wonderful to have the site on our own!