'To those who have gone before'
On Monday I visited an ancient graveyard steeped in autumn sunbeams, and tales of long forgotten souls.
Majestic beech trees ached and mourned over terraces of tumbled gravestones. The life of the departed now echoed in the swirl of fallen leaves underfoot, constantly shifting, dancing and changing. The cool afternoon breeze drifted across my shoulders, and sent shivers trickling down my spine. This otherworldly place has a certain kind of serene magic; dappled light, golden leaves and warming sunshine. As the inky black cloak of darkness draws in, the mood swiftly turns to a nightmare; where fear and an uncertain sense of trepidation is accentuated with sinister shadows and the sounds of the unknown .
It makes the ideal location to dream away a few hours before the arrival of Samhain. Come join me for a little walk……..