We woke to fog yesterday morning. There is a myth abroad that England is regularly shrouded in fog but this is utter nonsense. We hardly ever see fog here in Sheffield. Yesterday's thick mistiness related to the improving air temperature, the snowy ground and the absence of wind.
I took a morning walk up to nearby Ecclesall Churchyard. In my mind I had a vision of golden light emanating from the church windows in the fog. It would make a dramatic scene worth photographing. As it happens,when I got to the church I realised that the mental image wasn't replicated in reality.
Even so I took a bunch of other pictures, including the grave of our old neighbours - Ken and Doris who both died back in the nineties. They had no relatives here and as old age squeezed them I gave them a lot of practical support. Ultimately, I arranged their funerals and even ordered the headstone which included an extract from one of Doris's own poems. They were lovely, well-meaning people who seemed to belong to a more innocent time. They were very grateful of my help which motivated me to help them more. Their entire "estate" was left to their niece who emigrated to New Zealand years ago - apart from a gift of £5000 which they left to me though I am still not sure how or when Doris amended her will to include me.
The inscription reads:
Our bitter tears shall cease to flow
As we leave this desolate life below
To join all the saints in heaven above
There to find everlasting love
Ken and Doris used to lie in the last row of the graveyard but there is a good number of graves beyond them now. I also spotted the grave of Elizabeth Winter. It seemed fitting to come across that grave on such a snowy day.