I've been slowly ferreting out a yoga class to go to here in Blenheim... part of finding my self in a new place. I tried to go to a class yesterday, but arrived at the studio to find no one there.
So I went angel hunting on the way home instead and found Alexander's angel along the way. Alexander Beattie passed in 1903 and was just three years and four months old at the time. His angel has kept watch, spreading roses at his graveside, ever since.