As in Shakespeare's day

 

A traditional sight in English summers - outdoor Shakespeare. This time we are on the village community green in Dilhorne, with the audience in socially-distanced spots.

It's interesting to think that this situation is also exactly how it was in Shakespeare's own day: a group of touring players have arrived, to perform for one evening, on their way around the country.

No buses stop here

Bus services in rural, and even now in semi-rural areas too, have been simply cut. They are no more.
This means that there are many bus shelters that are useless.

But parish councils continue to maintain even very remote ones, like this example on the road to Dilhorne, in the rather sad & forlorn hope that ‘one day bus services may come back’.      

Colliery remains

The former Foxfield Colliery works - now just decayed and ruinous - are normally closed off to the public, for obvious safety reasons.
However, on days when the Foxfield Railway (a volunteer-run heritage railway) has its gala events, it runs trains up and along the old colliery line from its base in Blythe Bridge; and one can take a peek into certain sections of the former site which are then on display.

The Foxfield Railway members are so enthusiastic that they hope one day to bring some of the old colliery back into a restored state.
It would be a big job though. The pit closed in 1965.

Bored in graveyard

Forever she will sit in this graveyard - in the village of Dilhorne.

When I have a drink at the pub over the road  (The White Lion - which has fantastic sunset views), I like to wander over and pay my respects to her.
I guess her expression is meant to be one of grief, but it always looks to me to be one of utter boredom - and who wouldn't be bored, stuck forever in a graveyard?
Actually, her expression makes me laugh more than be melancholy...

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)