“ I went back to Denham in the fall. There was the ancient brick wall beside the footpath, leaning, staved by trees. In the distance the fields were speckled with gulls. The leaves lying at the bottom of puddles on the walk were still green.
I passed The Swan, where we often ate, the house called Wrango, uneven-roofed others. At last I came to Hills House, hers. Through the blinds, in the morning sunlight, I could see an empty table.
The house had been sold. She was next door, in the churchyard, intruder among old families, the Barretts, Tillards and Wylds with their gravestones head and foot, fading in the earth. Newer than these, destined to be less visited, was a marble plaque in the wall beside the cottage garage. There was her name, Devoted mother, loving and beloved wife. At the bottom, 1904 - 1971. She had been born the same year as my mother.”
Anyone know who wrote that and about whom was it written ?