
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Walking amongst the dead
We were out and about unusually early this morning, no family to cook for and the weather too poor for cycling so we hoofed it out to the old Crombie Church ruins. The promise of a bacon roll once we got home kept us going. Here the long forgotten dead of this corner of Fife are overgrown and at peace, apart from the noise of the nearby tree surgery taking place. The last burial looks to have been well over a hundred years ago and the oldest headstones go back to the mid eighteenth century, many are weathered and blurred beyond any recognition. For a dead place it's alive with brambles and wildlife and surprisingly little evidence of vandalism. File under some more evidence of our Abandoned Scotland.
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