The weather over the last couple of days has been beautiful; crisp, with glassy blue skies. Not a breath of wind, so still that every sound seems amplified, the barking dog across the valley, the honking geese on the reservoir, the rata- tat- tat call of a wren weaving through the drystone wall. The frost nipped leaves of the ash trees plunge to the ground, beech nuts crunch under foot, proper autumn days, and each beautiful day has started with a beautiful dawn.
They have been the sort of days that don’t pass without comment, the sort of days that put usually puts people in a pleasant frame of mind, but on this occasion it raised an interesting question, ‘Can it be a beautiful day for a funeral?’ The answer, yes, yes it can, a beautiful day and the perfect place.
A beautiful post and photo as well! I love this time of year. xx
How strange – yes, it was a beautiful day for a funeral yesterday (Tuesday) – especially as some very kind chaps took the teenaged children to the funeral on Harley Davidson bikes, following their Dad in the hearse.
Lovely thoughts.
I am sorry that the question arose. You do, indeed, describe a beautiful day for a funeral, a perfect place for a life.
Gorgeous photo and your words…poetry. A beautiful post, Uhdd.
Beautiful place, prose and photo.
I want to live in Derbyshire. Always have done, ever since my parents used to take me there on holiday every year as a child (woefully Matlock Bath seems to be going downhill though.)
Your excellent pics and blog just increase that desire – unfortunately not something that will happen unless I can get a job transfer to Bakewell or Castleton. The paperwork’s submitted.
I have been to several funerals on days like this. It helps.
Beautiful words and images both. Great stuff!
lovely images, not only through your images, but through your words…just absolutely lovely! What a send off for your loved one. God bless you and your family!
Deborah