Ten months would pass before, once again, Rebekha returned to the church. Maybe it was a bright, crisp Autumn morning. Maybe the hedgerows were filled with blackberries and hazelnuts and sloes. Hopefully the songbirds, the lark, the thrush, the goldfinch trilled her passing and lifted her soul on this, her second wedding day. How many of her children walked with her? Two? Three?

This day, the church record would read:-


Thomas William & Rebecca Griffith. October 19th.