It's not much of a photo, I know. It was raining steadily, and the grey sky came all the way down to the sea, so that photography was really pretty faint on my radar this afternoon when desperation sent me out for a walk. All that sitting on the coach yesterday ...
I was unwilling to drive anywhere - it was late in the afternoon and I had a chicken to cook - so I ended up exploring a bit of Dunoon I've never visited. I've lived within less than 10 minutes' walk from the old cemetery without ever actually going there; the road home passes a block further down the hill and though you can see part of this area it's over in a flash. So today I walked to the end of Alexander Street to see if it was in fact a dead end, and found a pedestrian lane running beside the cemetery wall.
Being alone, I had no-one to stop me wandering through cemetery sayings as I walked - Larkin's "place to be wise in, if only that so many dead lie round", Marvell's (I think) "The grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace", "Some mute inglorious Milton ..."
I think I need the sun to return. I'm fed up with normal service already.
I've been running around like a crazy lady for too long now: I promise I'll soon get back to looking at the blips from the lovely people I follow . Thank you for staying!