This is my graveyard
Now... I should point out that everything you have already read in this posting is actually, technically, a lie.
...apart from the truth that the place photographed is, indeed, a graveyard.
So - why all this excitement about the graveyard?
It's a very reasonable question, and I don't resent it at all. This is, in fact, the graveyard opposite to the back of my house. There is a sense, and a truthful one, that it is the graveyard which overlooks my house.
As such, it is, very much a part of my life. I regularly photograph it (as above), I have written a poem about it and I see it, or part of it, every time I arrive at or depart from, my house.
Moreover, visitors who walk our dog (Holly) often perambulate through it. I have commented on the fog and also the strange goings on in this graveyard in this Blog before, and it is fair to say, that the graveyard occupies a small, but definitely discernible place in my life.
So why tell you all of this?
The simple fact is that I have only once been in the graveyard myself. On that single occasion, I tripped on a gravestone and fell very painfully - causing significant damage to my evertroublesome bad leg.
I have never returned.
PS I apologise to all who feel I have just wasted their time. I wish to point out that the TV on tonight is mostly rubbish, so please try not to worry.