Daily Prompt: A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MYSTERIOUS.

Belfry, St. Urs Cathedral, Solothurn

There are mysteries which just should not be aired, so I thought. As always when I am in doubt whether to tell the world WordPress all my secrets, I ask the one person in my life whose opinion I treasure above all, Mr. Swiss.

Question:
“Are there things most people do not know about me?”

Answer (Mr. Swiss):
“No”

So I thought big help and now I am on my own. Of course you do not tell your partner that on full moon nights you get a sort of tickling sensation and a secret longing. It is then when I don my black cloak, clean my teeth with a special tooth brush designed for long canine teeth, open the window and I am off to the local blood bank (we vampires are now careful, just cannot but into any neck these days, you never know where the necks have been). During this nocturnal tour, Mr. Swiss is sleeping safely and notices nothing.

Of course I could tell you the real reason why I left England for Switzerland. It all started one day when I was taking a walk near the Houses of Parliament in London and was approached by a member of the British MI6 (secret service). Yes, he had recognised my talents and organised a new life in Switzerland. You really believed all that stuff about me wanting to learn another language and live in another country. It was all part of the deal. I contacted a few gnomes living in Switzerland and sent their secrets over to the Bank of England. I was afterwards transferred to a village which thrived on internal revenue from various millionaires that lived there. I made contact with the population and married to make sure my cover would stick. I was told that all Swiss had gold bars hidden under the bed, and yes, unfortunately there are always exceptions to the rule. There were no gold bars under the mattress. All things have a good ending and it seems that the interest of the British government has now dwindled over the years.

Apart from these facts about the secret life of Anglo Swiss, there is perhaps something I would now like to confess here and now. I am a cemetery tourist. Not that I like to take a rest in a cool dark niche under a stone when wandering across the last resting places of the departed. I am usually armed with a camera.

The idea is that I make a day excursion in a town I do not know so well, or it might be that I take a holiday in another country and visit the local cemetary. Cemetaries are really the places to get to know the history of the place you are. There are untold possibilities. Naturally Mr. Swiss is always with me, holidays can be boring when alone. I remember my visit to Vienna. This town is a feast for cemetery lovers. It has the largest eternal resting place in Europe, the Zentralfriedhof (central cemetery). You really need a map to find the way, but it is rewarding. A complete section with famous composers and musicians, a Russian section and there are even nicely placed benches for Mr. Swiss to take a rest whilst I am hopping from stone to stone clicking away with the camera. Paris is also quite a feast for addicts. There are three wonderful cemetaries, packed with well known departed, even the American star Jim Morrison can be found in Paris, although unfortunately his carved head is always being stolen from the grave.

I found that not even a journey to another country is necessary. Switzerland also has its fair share. The cemeteries in our mountains are packed full with the unfortunate climbers that found their last resting place on a mountain slope.

I have built up quite a collection of photos over the years, but found to my disappointment that most of the graves are to be found in Internet. Nevertheless undaunted I still have hopes of finding something interesting tucked away in the corner of a quiet resting place somewhere in the country.

I made a few interesting discoveries in the South of England, where part of my family origins are. I was once on a tour with a friend of mine (Mr. Swiss remained in Switzerland on this trip) and I visited the village of Etchingham and Ticehurst where great great grandfather Jason originated. It was a very old cemetery, at least one hundred year old graves, and it was difficult to read the names. The skies were darkening as the evening was approaching. I could hear the wind rushing through the tall grass. It seemed to be trying to say something, like put the camera away and go home. However, undaunted I continued and even found a couple of gravestones bearing the family name, which I of course immortalised on my camera.

So now you know my darkest secrets. It is up to you to decide which are the truth and which are not. And now I will tuck into a nice steak for lunch, done rare, but I will not be eating any garlic with it. It is sometimes most annoying when I decide to comb my hair, and have no reflection in the mirror.

Daily Prompt: A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

18 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma

  1. I have a theory on why intelligence operatives, or should I say “recruiters” like to “hang” in cemeteries. Deep-down-inside they know that inevitably, that they will meet an untimely demise. So, it is only natural for them to want to position themselves, periodically, in locations where that demise calls out to them invitingly. The road less traveled is a happy one?

    Ever notice how in spy movies how they always end up having clandestine meetings in cemeteries? It just adds to the danger, mystery and intrigue, does it not?

    Funny story. But now that tou’ve given yoursel away you better start heading for a safe harbor. Here’s some advice, though: stay away from Hong Kong, Russia and Ecuador. Two spies on the run may be just too much for the international community to handle!

    Toot-a-loo!

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    • LOL. Actually I was thinking on the lines of the Cayman Islands. Sun and fun and nothing to do and a nice safe growing bank account to back me up. Have to put all that english sterling somewhere safe, away from the taxman. I also got an invitation to a week in Transylvania from a distant relation, but am still thinking about that.

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  2. I absolutely love what you wrote here. I am also a cemetery tourist. There’s a place in Richmond, VA called Hollywood Cemetery. It is the most beautiful place in Richmond. It’s so peaceful and quiet.

    Thanks for sharing this!

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  6. Very nice take on the prompt. I’m also a bit of a graveyard ghoul. We have tons of ancient cemeteries in the UK & they’re wonderful places for pics. Nice to know I’m not the only nutter lol 🙂

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