The village church is about a quarter of a mile from the farm, across a couple of fields and just along the lane.
In the churchyard is the grave of a pirate. He was buried the opposite way round to everybody else, head to the south while the others in that part of the churchyard have their heads to the north. I love the inscription on the headstone, but it's a pity there is no indication of the date.
Just in case the inscription is difficult to read, here is a transcription:
Come hether Mortall Cast a Eye
Then go thy Way Prepare to di
Read heare thy Doome
for know thou must
One Day Like mee
be Turned to Dust
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