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.
And it's even foggy! So quintessentially British!
ReplyDeleteI 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?"
ReplyDeleteI laugh because I have buried so many.
God, that sounds depressing.
Wow, I can almost smell the moss.
ReplyDeleteCan 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.
ReplyDeletePerfect! I love old cemeteries. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThose pictures are so beautiful, yet so sad. Makes my heart ache a little.
ReplyDeleteThe goth in you would love Highgate cemetery - moss and gloom in abundance plus Marx what more could you want.
ReplyDeleteHope the nausea resolves.
That angel looks all "You! You sit HERE."
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteYeah, there is something compelling about many cemeteries.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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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