My traisping around the local cemetery is well documented on this blog (promise I’m not a goth. Not anymore).
It’s Victorian and not used any more but is beautifully overgrown and maintained in its ramshackle condition as a historic and beautiful site in its own right.
Amongst the dilapidated grave stones (so many stories we’ll never know) nature thrives and flourishes like nowhere else I’ve seen in a city. There was a mound of heather covered in at least 100 tiny butterflies and the noise of the crickets/grasshoppers was constant. There were bees and weird insects of every shape and size. Squirrels, Jays, magpies and so many other birds. We saw a squirrel and have heard tale of deer living deep, deep in the undergrowth.
Photos taken with Polaroid SX-70 + 600 film + ND filter