Cemetery.
Monday, 25 December 2017
Christmas Eve
Walked to the home of friends last night to celebrate how much cheeses love us. The walk there was magical – no sound but that of snow crunching underfoot, the soft ticking of snow on my hood - and church bells ringing in the distance. And at midnight, it was even more magical. Thoroughly toasted, I wandered around Dundurn Castle and the cemetery for an otherworldly hour.
The garden.
The Dundurn dovecote.
Cemetery gatehouse.
Crypts.
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