The Church (Good Friday)

The Easter long weekend. We had no idea what we wanted to do, purely beacuase there are so many things that we have had planned for so long, however none of which ever prevailed due to the temperement of the weather in this country! Jacob thought it might be a good day to visit the Natural History Museum, something that had been on the list for a while now. It seemed the perfect place to shelter from the bitter wind that was around today, which managed to find its way through even the smallest nooks and crannies of the 5 layers I can't leave home without wearing. The tubes are forever down for maintenence on weekends, so a bus was really the only option. These photos were taken in the garden of a church that I have always admired, but usually just passed by on my way to somewhere else. We ended up getting off the bus a stop too late and were dropped aright outside. What got my attention were the beautiful blooms that had sprung up in the quaint courtyard of the church. Usually the scape was a blur of green and grey, only allowing the eye to appreciate the actecture of the Church itself. But with spring on the way, flowers were finally begining to poke their sleepy heads up through the chill of the earth and greet the bustling london crowds with firey oranges, sunny yolk yellows and the deepest shades of violet you will ever lay your peepers on. I was craning my head as far through the wrought iron fence as I could and pestering Jacob to grab the camera out so I could take a shot when he dragged me round the corner and into the garden. The sun was forgiving just long enough for us to get some of these shots. I cant explain the atmostphere of that little garden. Jacob said some of the graves were as old as 1790. Being Easter Friday, there was a service being held inside the church with the echo's of the choir ringing out over the grounds. It was beauty in its simplest form.