One or two potential buyers of the Old Manse were seemingly put off by our adjoining graveyard-a bit surprised to find such a thing next to a Church never mind a Manse.My assurances that the dead made for quiet neighbours did not seem to impress them overmuch and they went, hands firmly in pockets, cheque books unopened, to somewhere less spooky. Last night, standing in the graveyard with a crimson sun set and bats whistling through the trees I could see that some folks might find it a bit creepy although with a still potent glow from a sunken sun casting strong pools of darkness it was difficult to see which of the graves were creaking open to disgorge
their contents.

I doubt if we will get sunsets like these in down town Duns. I was really enjoying the amazing colours until a owl hooted mournfully into my right ear, something soft and furry scuttled over my right shoe, a faint clanking behind me-then I remembered a fast cooling cup of tea perched on the Rayburn.


And did a bit of scuttling myself


(suggest click on the images for a spectacular effect)

Labels: gravestones, Merse sunsets, Old Manse

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