I was drawn into the field, brushing against the thick creaking stems - chill leaves touched my face - I felt that something terrifying yet wonderful was about to happen -
Later, we saw two swans in a weed choked pond - a hollow was brimming with Forget-Me-Nots -
We sat inside the porch of St Mary's Church - a man with a scarlet face told us that the church was built of stone from the Wall - the path you're walking on is on the Wall he said -
The gravestones in the churchyard were tilting lichened shards - one read In memory of William Norman of Beaumont - He died May 20 1780 aged 74 years - Also of Margaret his wife she died 1752 aged 52 years -
The interior of the church was full of light - the walls were white -
From the churchyard, I could see the mountains beyond the Solway Firth - clouds filled the sky -
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St Mary's Church
Beaumont
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