Last month I took Marjorie over to the village of Oddington, eight miles away, to explore what I had heard was an amazing feature in the little church there. It was indeed amazing, and warranted an entire post to itself. If you want to know what it was, I have blogged it here at 'my other place', Cotswold Peeps. However, before I discovered the mysterious treasure, I found the most beautiful pair of tombstones outside.
One looked to me to be Jacobean, by the decoration; formal stone foliage -
- and a floral motif, looking very much like the kind found on old tapestries and needlework of the time.
This one however I have since found dates to 1690, making it of the Restoration era.
The poor dear has lost her face at some point, but she must have been of some importance and wealth to warrant such a memorial.
I don't know why, but I found myself deeply moved by her little stone feet poking out - almost a tender need to cover them, feeling as I did when I was small and feared dangling my feet over the bed for fear something would grab them.
