In nearby Ecclesall churchyard, with snow up to my knees, I saw two angels and thought you might like to see them too. I loved the first one as soon as I saw it, the snow embracing her like a blanket. I crept up on her, waited for a long thin cloud to slide past the sun and then clicked a dozen times. As I've said before, that's one of the beauties of digital photography. You can take as many pictures as you like and if they're all rubbish you can just delete them. The angel was placed there for Malcolm, the only son of Norman and Ena Proudlock. How long ago I have no idea and I don't even know who the second angel memorialises for the words were hidden by snow.