Where Dudley’s wife was buried was very pretty. It wasn’t a huge cemetery, quite small in fact, with a hedge all the way around. The lawns were well maintained. Dead flowers were frequently tidied up.
Dudley would leave fresh flowers on his wife’s grave about once a month. He planned to be buried there too. To think – their graves would be there for hundreds of years.
Anyway, all that went up in smoke when in the war the whole place got bombed to smithereens.