Something wicked this way comes

autumn 2013

The fog falls thickly and smoothly in the early hours and I wake up and walk through the graveyard. All is still, grey, heavy. The path's crossed with preserved cobwebs turned with moisture a glowing silver. Behind hedges and fences and other boundary markers lies a ghostly abyss.

I feel like an extra in a horror film. It's pretty cool.

These photos were taken last autumn but it was foggy again last week, so this is still topical, right.