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.