I have no idea where this tiny, beautiful, overgrown churchyard was in the English countryside, somewhere in Suffolk near the cottage we were staying in over August bank holiday weekend. Our epic walk through fields of wheat and barley lead us here, with damp feet and soaring hearts.
It was like walking into a tiny quiet piece of heaven. My friends were very obliging, waiting patiently under a tree while I took photographs and shouted 'ermigerd' at headstones.
There were hundreds of beautiful headstones hidden in the undergrowth, I only managed to capture a few.
This is probably one of my favourite accidental cemetery tours yet.