Gritty

I love living up North in Yorkshire, some of the scenery is wonderful. And in contrast, in Winter can look quite bleak and gritty, which I also love.

Last week I had the pleasure to look around a crematorium (don't ask) it really was an eye opener, and made me think quite a lot about life - which reminds me I really must write a will.

To carry on the theme, on Sunday we went to look around Heptonstall church yard, a place where a lot of my husbands ancestors are buried, there is also an old church ruin.

A cold Sunday morning.

It was quiet.

Church bells were ringing and the crows were, er crowing.

We took a look around, although we didn't stay too long. S got freaked out when we saw a grave with his name on. And the gentleman had died on the day we visited the graveyard, yes it was a bit strange...

Anyway, I give you - Gritty

Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard
Heptonstall Churchyard