Last weekend I went with a group of photographers I know through Flickr to Highgate Cemetery, a Victorian graveyard in north London. On one of the graves the poem below was printed...

Behold I know not anything

I only hope that good may fall at last,

far off,

at last to all

and every winter change to spring

Bunnies are brown
Bunnies are white
Bunnies are always
An Easter delight.

Bunnies are cuddly
The large and the small.
But I like chocolate ones
The best of them all.

Happy Easter everybody!!