Walking through the ruins of St. Andrews Cathedral is a strange and haunting experience, not because the grounds have been converted into a massive graveyard, but because the building itself is something of a skeleton, a hollow shell of what was once a thing of grandeur and majesty. So little is left of the Cathedral it is almost impossible to imagine what it would have been like to worship inside its walls.
The cemetery aspect evokes another feeling in of itself. I am not one to find graveyards frightening, in fact I find them rather beautiful, and only sometimes sad. In the Victorian era it was considered romantic for young lovers to meet in graveyards, something about new life coming out of death, I think. I understand that, to some extent. As you walk among the dead, you become keenly aware of your own life, the blood pulsing through your heart, your ability to run and laugh and love.
I hope all of you at home have been able to escape the hot weather. It's starting to get colder here... the days are shorter and your hands freeze when you walk out at night. The season of 3pm sunsets is almost upon us...
Love to you all xx
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