It was a warm and sunny morning, and both women were in good spirits considering the arduous task that lay ahead of them that day. They chatted happily as they left their homes behind and stopped for a few minutes to say good morning to Peter Bristow who was already half way through mowing the grass in the cemetery. Peter was a cheerful fellow and his obvious devotion to keeping the grounds looking neat ensured that the little church looked in pristine condition. Olive looked around admiringly. This was certainly what life in a close-knit community was all about, everyone pulling together and helping to maintain the very heart of the village.
'Morning, ladies” Peter bellowed over the top of the buzzing machine, “Lovely day for it.”
Olive and Mrs. Hargreaves nodded in agreement.
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