ULTIMATE GOTH-ING: Gravedwelling.
I have a weekly pass to get me anywhere between Ripon and Harrogate for free until Tuesday so I decided to use it today to go to Ripley on the 36 bus.
Twee little town - always think it looks like cardboard. IT'S NOT REAL.
It's actually a lot bigger and more interesting than I thought. Historical. Quaint, but busy (award winning ice-cream and free entry to the castle on weekdays. also brilliant weather today)
although the graveyard was eerily quiet.
So close to everything else in Ripley that was bustling, yet I was the only person around.
Old, beautiful graves. Peaceful.
Crows everywhere. Swallows too.
Erosion and decay.
Scratchy film is pretty and dreamy.
Crows kept flying off so I struggled to get photos of them. Think I need to find out what they eat and force them to be my friends. My room is in the attic and the crows hang out on rooftops in my neighbourhood so if I hang out of my skylight with crowfeed maybe I can entice a handsome old crow into my life.
You won't bloody believe it but... I FOUND A CROW FEATHER TOO. Weird weird weird. Honestly Poe, it's getting really strange now. Stop haunting me.
Just laying on top of a fallen-over headstone.
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