In the evening I walked the terrier past the grave to see if anyone else had remembered the day, and they had. Two splendid, long stemmed, red roses had joined my snapdragons.
I photographed them on Saturday when I had time to go again in daylight.
I wonder who it is. I read somewhere that a former nurse who used to work at St Andrew’s Hospital, Lucia’s home for her last thirty years, put flowers on her grave each year. It seems they are still doing it. Presumably they knew her when she was alive.
I’m unlikely to want to hang around all day in the hope of meeting them on the 12th of December next year – far too cold. I might loiter for a while on her birthday, 26th July, and it’s just possible that they or someone might visit the grave on ‘Bloomsday’, the annual James Joyce celebration, which is on 16th June, but mainly observed in Dublin, I believe. Perhaps they will find this blog and leave a message. That would be nice.