Missing: Giant ball in the sky

[rebness]

I watched Super last night. We all thought it was a straight-up comedy along the lines of Kick-Ass. It's not. We were kind of traumatised by its unrelenting darkness but laughed hard. Liv Tyler, though. <3

So life is plodding along, being consistent and stuff. I'm still looking for change, but in an 'hey, it's autumn soon' way. I swear that I have not seen a clear, sunny day since June. It's been overcast for WEEKS now. I'm going to scream. I need sunlight, I need some gentle summer sun before we're consigned to the depths of winter again. This country, you guys! This tiny stupid island constantly covered in cloud, spat on by rain. I'll end up taking a cheeky break in Bulgaria or something when we get back from Russia because I NEED SUN.

Anyway, here's a reminder of when the UK actually does have sunlight in March-June. It's some snaps of my local church graveyard, which I've been meaning to upload forever. Going on the daffodils, I presume it's March. Anyway, Belfast next! 

Comments

[mumsisdaughter]

By daffodils, I assume you mean crocuses, lol :D

I love wandering through graveyards, as well. It's life-affirming in a weird way, to read how old some folk lived to be, then it hits hard when the next grave contains a child only a few years or even months old. I've been tracing my family tree for about six months now and have laughed and cried at discovering nuggets of information about my ancestors' lives. They were real people, not just names and that's the way graveyards make me feel.

Thanks for the photos. Which church is it?

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Heehee. No, I meant daffodils but I ended up not uploading those pics because they didn't come out so well.

Exactly! I think that's why I love it. And the peace of graveyards, though they have to be old. Recent burials are too sad.

It's St. Mary's Church in Knowsley Village.