I Was Running at the Speed of Life

The cemetery is the closest large public space to where I live and functions like a kind of morbid park. To avoid needlessly having to walk to the bottom of South Street, I tried using GoogleEarth to see if there was a more convenient entrance - I couldn't make out much with its current resolution. Forced outside and handed a beautiful afternoon to waste, I put the camera in my pocket and decided to explore Southward.

Another Scene Began

This is Not a Thunderstorm, Prij, 02/09/05

High-flats rise in and out of low-lying cloud. Metallic screeches emanate from the ocean terminal. The humming of distant traffic and the drizzle form the ambient noise. Another walkabout.

This afternoon, despite the mild rain, I went up to the cemetery again and had a nice time. I wandered around looking for conkers for an hour or so - gathered around 15 of the largest I could find (including four very large conkers). When I came across the first Horse-Chestnut tree a maintenance van drove by - wearing my green heavy field-jacket, I stood still amongst the headstones. The van drove right by without seeing me. So childish.

Thursday Morgenspaziergang

Skidging again, I set off and let the wind guide me. I've lived in this area for 6 years now and been going to school in this area since 1991. I had no idea the Golf Course entrance was up the road and I had no idea there was a lane and a stream up that way too. If only I had known that then.

I was going to see if there was another way into the cemetery, but I forgot about it when I discovered Peile Lane - it's a toss up whether to pronounce it as in John Peel or Edson Arantes do Nascimento. Anyway, having forgotten about my intended cemetery wonder, I decided to see if I could walk up the Lyle Hill and the view of the Firth. Except, I forgot the camera. And I stopped at what I thought was halfway (turned out the top was right around the corner).

Take this Google Earth landscape view

Crossed with this Deacon Blue album cover

...and try to imagine the view. Dammit, a camera describes it more accurately.

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