We walked across to St Botolph's church where John Clare is buried. As part of the festival, local children had brought decorated turfs and placed them around the grave. Apart from the lavender, they were the brightest things in the churchyard.
The church has several windows but my favourite details were of the lilies and clothing on the older window.
To celebrate John Clare, we walked through the village in an occasional drizzle and followed the footpath across the bean fields looking at the butterflies in the lanes and listening to the skylarks above the cornfield.
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