By: Blonde Two
Something quiet and gentle for this Friday I think. Whilst out around the Devonshire lanes last weekend (look, the sun had come out), Blonde One and I happened upon this tiny but beautiful graveyard. The message on the gate summed it up perfectly, who could fail to rest in peace at this tangled but restful spot?Tantalisingly, the gate was locked so I couldn’t go in and wander or wonder. Maybe this was what preserved its sense of separateness from the world. Nobody allowed in except those who have passed through the gates of peace another way.Happy Friday everyblonde.
How strange. Yesterday on my Thursday walk with Pete we came across Winster Church a quarter of a mile before arriving back at the car. It is a typically modest building, but attractively built with Lake District slate. We went to have a look inside and then sat outside for quarter of an hour on a bench in dreamy tranquility. Say what you will about religion, but there is a palpable atmosphere in these places which seems to relax the soul and sooth the mind.