Walking through a small, but somewhat remote wood a few days ago a flash of unusual colour caught my eye. Between the trees and among the more usual browns and gold was a patch of brilliant white with a flash of orange.

This floral tribute had obviously been specifically placed, but of course there was nothing to indicate why the flowers had been placed.
I got to thinking about a conversation I had here recently about monuments to death and wondered whether some loved one’s ashes had been sprinkled nearby? Perhaps there was even a body buried here? The latter may seem unlikely, but it was certainly a possibility.
There’s no way I was going to dig or root around for evidence; after all that would be desecration wouldn’t it? But I was and indeed am intrigued. Life is full of little mysteries isn’t it?