It has occurred to me that in the small seaside town I live in, there are a freaky amount of Funeral Parlours. Yes it's strange that I notice such things but it also makes for a great project on a wet Thursday afternoon. So apparently there are eleven within a 2 mile radius of the vicarage. Eleven. However I only got five before my friend driving got fed up with me. I also found one Washeteria. Hmmmmmmmm.

Anyway, because all the trees are bare and haunting looking and the sky is grey- in England, no way.. the added morbidity of a collection of funeral Parlours seemed fitting. Also I was in a rather deathly mood. 

Photos of bright shiny crowns of love to come soon to make me HAPPY. 

My suburban hell.

Boxing day was spent alone whilst my darling family went to the races. So undertaking inspiration from Rookie Mag (thank you Rookie Mag) I went on a very short walk around the streets around the vicarage. It turns out the town is very large and I got somewhat misguided. Lost.

Yes the photos are soooooo obviously 'vintage' because they were taken with this mega old camera. Not. They just look pretty this way and you know it. Stop trying to be COOL.

 I feel a catalogue of the MANY funeral parlours in my town should make itself clear to the world. Oh yes.

 The vicarage.