I used to spend 2 weeks there during the summer holidays when I was a child, and we often went after Christmas for the New Year, too, so I know the place well. I have many, many happy memories of the time I spent there, of long walks through fields, my grandfather showing me where foxes lived and dropping in on farms to chat to friends while I got close to the animals.
Those are anecdotes for another time, though. Today, I thought I'd just show you a picture of me standing behind a bench, taken by my daughter this afternoon:
The bench is one that my brother and I had installed when my grandad died. Every once in a while (er, OK, once so far) I've paid to have the bench repainted and refurbished. It gets a lot of use, because it's in a convenient location in the village.
Here's the plate on it:
You always wondered what kind of person would pay to have one of those memorial benches put in place, and now you know.