A girl picking daisies by the river got caught in a rainstorm. Running for shelter, she dropped this flower in a puddle. A few boiling hot days later, with the puddle as dry as a desert, the daisy was still there in its grave.
Thanks for the kind comments everyone. Sorry to have brought a tear to your eye, Angela. By the way, I was in Loughborough in April visiting an old friend. A fine city. We stayed nearby at Barrow-upon-Soar.