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Home A one pub village-the Cotswolds The Totternhoe Chalk Stone weathered, firm grey and brown co-mingled. Corner edging buttressed. The outskirts of hedgerows lined roads Lawrence and the motor bike in the sunlight until there was silence. Set in the green grass under the blue sky shadowed by clouds, intermittent rain now cleared, the Chalk Stone waits. Grass plot surrounded by close in green foliage, trees nurtured by the rain next to the resting place where they have come. Stones made of the same Totternhoe Chalk once labelled, now weathered, indistinct names, dates decipherable only in parish records. Today the family gathers to bring home to family dust to dust and ashes to ashes.