Sunday 24th January begins with frost and fog. I’m advised not to venture out in such weather. So no 10-miler today. Instead, I keep it local
Overlooking the Yare from Haven Bridge, a few steps from mine
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St Nicholas Churchyard… cos where else would you go on a freezing foggy morning?
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I invite you to join me… beware vampires & werewolves
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In my short walk I became fascinated with the Victorian “Cult of the Dead”
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And iron that’s wrought into fanciful shapes…
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…in emulation of nature?
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Leaving the cemetery, I head to the beach…
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I crunch over sand patterned with yesterday’s footprints, now solidly frozen
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Not much to see… fog, frost, no birds, the sea a gentle sigh… waiting for the sun to winkle through
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You can see by how high the sun how late this is
I hope you enjoyed, and I bet you’re warmer than I was. More photos from this morning walk on Tuesday
crispina kemp 
Gothic yet beautiful! š ā¤
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Thank you, Deborah
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Fascinating with a touch of ghostly. š … and a wonderful serendipitous post with my Fog beach walk.
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I took loads more photos of the sea. But they all looked the same!
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I laugh because I’ve done that so many times
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Which is why I like to get foreground interest… even in the sunset/sunrise photos
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Love the fog!
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It does give atmosphere, doesn’t it
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Oh yes… I so love the fog and the eeriness of it all. Love your photos
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Thanks, Dale. I’m not meant to go out in it cos of the asthma. But I promise you I didn’t run.
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Hmmm… then best be avoided, young lady!
Glad you didn’t š
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At least I didn’t run
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Good girl š
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I’m learning as I get old…er
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Wisdom and all that…
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I was 33 when someone asked me what I wanted from life. And I said wisdom.
Up till then, despite a life that could easily form the basis of a thriller, I had not been emotionally involved. I was a surface-dweller. That changed in fast measure, even as I said those words. For wisdom isn’t gained without a measure of tears.
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From one surface-dweller to another – I completely get this.
You are absolutely right. No way to gain wisdom without the tears, I believe.
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None at all. And it’s a never ending journey. But I’m wiser now than I was
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And I love that it is a never ending journey – I think it’s what keeps us going, quite frankly. And yes, we do want to keep being wiser…
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Yea, even though wisdom hurts.
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It always does.
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Yea. Chat later, hey
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Wonderful!
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Love your pics today! They all make me think of Dracula movies, lol!
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It felt like that too
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I love walks like this!
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Truly atmospheric
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Fabulous! I love a walk in the fog.
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I’m not supposed to. It hits my lungs. But how can I not?
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Oh how wonderfully creepy! I do love a good fog (when on foot, never in auto) the freezing part I could do without but still properly bundled …. š
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Mostly it was the fingers cold. Cos I couldn’t shove them into my pockets; I needed them to take the photos!
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The Victorian era also led to elaborate gravestones and intricate iron fences in the more settled parts of the United States. Sadly, because maintaining the fencing is officially the responsibility of the owners of the plots, many old iron fences have come down in recent decades, sometimes leaving no trace, other times only stone posts that hold up . . . nothing, now.
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As you could see, ours are mostly in good trim. The cemetery is managed as a nature reserve. I guess that might help!
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And our nearest Victorian era cemetery may not be officially managed as a nature reserve, but it’s noted as a great spot for birders. Indeed, the wild turkeys that sometimes visit my neighborhood probably originate in the flock in the cemetery.
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Great places for wildlife, not much disturbed by the living
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