Just outside the cemetary gates is a squash bush. Bush? Plant, maybe? Big hairy leaves trailing over the old crumbling wall and hidden beneath them, squashes that grow and grow.
Some of them become so heavy that the owner of the squash bush has built little supporting shelves and seatbelts to stop the veggies falling to the floor.
I counted four strapped in squashes sitting on their own individual shelves, with stretchy straps leaving room to grow more.
This one in the photo does not have its own mobile phone, I put mine there to show how big the squash was.