Here I am at St
Michael’s church on Church Street in Lichfield. Though the first photograph
shows me in what looks like a rural setting there’s quite a busy road about
forty feet in front of me.
I had a grainy
photograph of Sydney and Eva’s grave and showed it to a woman who was walking
her dogs behind the church. Though she walked them in the cemetery daily she didn’t
recognise the grave in the photograph. I though I’d gone to the wrong church.
I found Sydney
and Eva though after about fifteen minutes of looking at headstones spread out
sporadically across the fields. Off a narrow dirt path I spotted a raft of old
dark headstones together on their own among the trees. I’m surprised Philip
isn’t buried here as most of the graves had “Larkin” on them. Sydney was
probably the type of man who did the right thing and this included being buried
among his own type.
Sydney and Eva
lie together without a proper vertical headstone.
Many Larkins’ grave are off this
path away from the church…
His dad Sydney…
…and his mum Eva…
There were a few Larkins there…