It was one of those rare, sunny winter days, when the sky is a clear brilliant blue and you can tell just from looking out of the window that it is so cold outside that your fingers will freeze, your cheeks will smart and you cant help but let your eyes blink tears. And rather than being sensible, staying in and snuggling up under a duvet with the cat, Liam and I pulled on two pairs of socks, some boots and a couple of warm layers. I grabbed my camera and we headed out to Wandsworth for a walk.
I think there is nothing quite so beautiful (or peaceful) as walking through an old graveyard, and Wandsworth Cemetery, which opened in 1878 was where we found ourselves. As the sun cast spectacular shadows upon what would usually be seen as a sombre and mysterious place, we took our time walking along the paths. We read aloud unusual names, admired the Gothic stone carvings, and noted how on even some of the older graves, someone had placed fresh flowers.
There were a few older headstones that stood out and caught my eye as we passed. I didn't think it would be wrong to take a photo to remember them and share how beautiful they were with you.
Photos taken Wandsworth Cemetery, Magdalen Road