A bacon sandwich, with tomato sauce, yay!
Looking down Holy Loch at sunset.
Oh no, autumn already? (Genuine pic, no shop)
Landscape, dominated by Pendle Hill.
Silly dog, upside down and wearing glasses.
Monday, 1 September 2008
Haworth Graveyard
Haworth is a pretty town in West Yorkshire, once the home of the Bronte family. Their home was the Parsonage, sitting just above this graveyard. Most of the graves are Georgian or Victorian, although the Bronte's have a vault in the church.
As you can see, it isn't the most cheerful of places! It is seriously gothic, must be pretty spooky at night.
Standing room only.
Brutal reality of Victorian life. Children died with appalling frequency and parents often feared becoming close to them, knowing that a percentage wouldn't survive. This particular memorial sticks out. Joseph and Elizabeth lost seven of their children in infancy. I assume, apart from being devastated by their terrible loss, they accepted this as being a normal part of life. A great many of the grave stones in the church yard tell similar stories to this.
A celebration of human mortality.
As you can see, it isn't the most cheerful of places! It is seriously gothic, must be pretty spooky at night.
Standing room only.
Brutal reality of Victorian life. Children died with appalling frequency and parents often feared becoming close to them, knowing that a percentage wouldn't survive. This particular memorial sticks out. Joseph and Elizabeth lost seven of their children in infancy. I assume, apart from being devastated by their terrible loss, they accepted this as being a normal part of life. A great many of the grave stones in the church yard tell similar stories to this.
A celebration of human mortality.
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