Goth Like

I strongly resisted the urge to start at the rugby club today, the exertions of two hours rowing over the weekend has obviously taken its toll, I could feel every one of my years this morning.
Instead I had a more normal start to the day, coffee and toast and the last couple of pages of the weekends newspaper.
Little bit of gardening and some minor gig repairs, I brought the duckboards home to repair, was about all I did.
Once the sun had dipped slightly and the pavements weren’t so hot Paddy and I set off, I guess he enjoyed the coolness of the cemetery as he took off for the long grass.
I took todays photo as it reminded me of a still from one of those ‘70’s horror films.