Several of the cottages have plaques outside detailing the losses in 1665/66, they're lived in now of course and it seems intrusive to stand and take pictures, though I'm sure it just comes with the territory.
During the time the plague struck Eyam was isolated and food etc was left outside the village at a boundary stone. The graves are also outside the village, rather than in the churchyard. Interestingly the gravedigger survived despite being in close and prolonged contact with the bacterium. Roughly a quarter of the residents were left standing, and amongst these there was found to be a significant incidence of a specific gene resistant to the plague.
St Lawrence church , with its natty blue clock face, has a fascinating graveyard. If, that is, like me you are fascinated by that kind of thing.
I like a bit of freestyling in a graveyard, adds character and style (the large cross is 8th century Celtic). Here in town you have to have a uniform size and colour, no statues, angels, books or crosses, just a plain grey rectangle. It's very disappointing to find this out when you want to have something else, as I know from personal experience.
I agree things should be subtle, but really why should there be such draconian rules? No need for church yards to be gloomy places, hopefully people go there to celebrate and remember good things as well as mourn. Maybe you have different views?
It's a beautiful day here, which is incredible luck as there's a Spring Fair on all over town. There will be stalls in the streets for heavens' sakes, what is the world coming to? We are almost modern. I'm hoping someone will be selling plants as I feel the need to plant things in some bare spots.
I've been gardening like a mad woman, partly on the basis that I can consider it a free gym workout, partly as the garden was over-run with the usual weedy culprits. Three wheelie bins of butter burr roots have gone to composting heaven, consider that amount. They took some sweat to remove, and still the damn things rear their nasty little heads by the pond.
Such takes the form of my own personal pergutory.