Taking a service in a very rural small church the deceased had been a dairyman on the farm next to the church and his family had lived for 50 years in the cottage next to the church. After the service we moved to the graveyard of the church – as we lowered his coffin into the ground, all the cattle in the adjoining field nestled their heads on the stone wall and angled their heads to watch us – as if saluting an old farm worker. It was truly magical and the family will remember that forever.
