Today P and I visited friends, and on the way home we passed an old cemetery that I've never actually explored despite my reformed Goth leanings. Fog was settling, so I did what any good ex-Goth would do and whipped out my camera. P was slightly intrigued, but got distracted when I wouldn't keep turning left as per her demands. For your (hopeful) enjoyment, here are some of the photos. Can it get more British than this, I ask you?
And because life knew I had a camera to document this, I present:
Real things soon, I promise.
11 comments:
And it's even foggy! So quintessentially British!
I would love to come and jion you over there.
I plan on hiring out of work actors to weep at my grave. Which will be a gigantic angel, shaking it's fists at the heavens as if to say "How DARE you take Becky?"
I laugh because I have buried so many.
God, that sounds depressing.
Wow, I can almost smell the moss.
Can one smell moss?
The reformed Goth in ME loves this post. And is that fog in the distance? I think I hear Sisters of Mercy playing in the background too.
Perfect! I love old cemeteries. Thanks for sharing.
Those pictures are so beautiful, yet so sad. Makes my heart ache a little.
The goth in you would love Highgate cemetery - moss and gloom in abundance plus Marx what more could you want.
Hope the nausea resolves.
That angel looks all "You! You sit HERE."
I love those old cemetaries. The church in Angus' hometown has three tombs where the bodies of three women burned at the stake as witches are buried. Ironically, Angus' ex-wife isn't one of those.
I love exploring old cemetaries. Morbid curiosity I guess.
Yeah, there is something compelling about many cemeteries.
And the infertile who doesn't have sex line cracked me up.
If you enjoy this sort of thing, you are officially 100% British, and must NEVER GO AWAY! Other countries can offer you nothing, NOTHING, you hear?
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