I took the photograph this very morning. It was the first time I had seen Simon's gravestone. There it is in the foreground just left of centre. I put the potted heather in front of it and some rocks I had brought specially from home to support the pot.
I have obscured our surname for purposes of confidentiality.
Luckily, the church door was open. A woman was busily cleaning therein but she kindly allowed me inside with my friend Tony who I had picked up in Beverley.
We saw the font where, as a baby, I was doused with holy water and a carved stone relic from the village's original church which stood at Hall Garth - a mile west of the village. It was called St Faith's but only its churchyard remains. It is a place that has always intrigued me.
After the church visit, we drove back to Beverley and thence to the "park and ride" west of Hull where we caught a bus to the football ground.
There we had the pleasure of watching our beloved Hull City beating Cardiff City by four goals to one though it never felt like a truly convincing victory. It's as if our new squad of players are still trying to discover each other and gel together. But it's a victory and we'll take it. Up The Tigers!
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