Monday, November 27, 2017

Woodland Graveyard

I'm not sure whether I'm just becoming more Goth as I get older, but I've developed a bit of a penchant for old graveyards and cemeteries. I've always thought they were extremely beautiful, and they're also havens for wildlife. They appeal to my attraction to the places that seem in between worlds. One of the biggest and most beautiful cemeteries in Bristol is Arnos Vale Cemetery, which I'd been meaning to go to for ages after passing it fairly frequently and catching peeks of the Victorian splendor inside. Of course, I chose to go alone, a couple of hours before they closed, on one of the mistiest, gloomiest days of the year. At least it was atmospheric, I guess?