When I was a child, I used to think that the railings round some graves were to keep the occupants in.
There are quite a few yew trees in the cemetery which isn’t unusual. They are a common sight in churchyards and graveyards. No one really knows why. Do they cleanse, purify and protect the dead? Who knows?
Well I think they’re yew – Common Yew or Irish Yew? I don’t know.
Everything feels muted in fog. I like it. I like the way it makes you feel isolated from the rest of the world.
I like to see the webs of spiders twinkly with moisture. Not so keen on the occupants though.
Some of my family are in this cemetery. I don’t think I’ll join them.
No, I’m not hoping for immortality – I’m thinking more along the lines of the green cemetery out near the woods.
Hm, what sort of tree would I have planted on me? Well I’d like an oak and it would be kind of nice to have it grown from an acorn from the tree in my garden.
Apparently they will try to plant the tree of your choice, but ultimately the decision will be made by The Management.
Well now I have a picture of Ron and Ron – The Management - presiding over the burials!
As Miranda’s mum would say, “Such fun.”