Publisher's Synopsis
The village chapel has no graveyard; villagers must go to rest in the churchyard two miles away. Many of the graves have headstones and those that haven't are neatly trimmed and in season have their jam-jars of flowers, but in a corner there's one grave with an unreadable headstone, overgrown with weeds and the grass never tended. A wild rose has seeded itself and tries to ramble over the neglect. The identity of the remains that lie beneath are often pondered by those with romantic ideas.
