Today I walked through the upper part of the graveyard that sits at the West End of Princes St, in a hollow by Princes St Gardens.
Damp and dark and sullen. The picture above taken at 1pm today.
Two churches share the burial grounds. Where that church stands, there has been a church since at least 850 AD.
Bracken and moss, and glaucous leaves and dew, and old blossoms still hanging wetly down or redly. The Lower graveyard, awaits me for tomorrow. Though if it’s sunny, I’m not sure I’ll be seeing it at its best.
One last picture, reveling in the grim November: