In the autumn I decide to leave a lasting tribute to my ancestors. Although I am not old old, I am no spring chicken and one day I will not be able to go to the graveyard and tend graves. You think I am just having a morbid day, no it is reality. I will not be there to put flowers on at birthdays,anniversaries,Christmas and Easter. So I went armed with daffodils bulbs and a trowel. So here you see the daffodils in flower on my 2 uncles graves,my paternal grandparents and my paternal great grandparents. All of them Luptons who lived at Wass Grange. We would not have the farm today if it had not been for them.
