How is that for a bench, found at the local cemetery? It seems to be gathering some moss and perhaps needs a wash, but I sat on it all the same for a pause in the cemetery tourism.
Pause has become the story of my life. I manage a walk, with a cane, but half an hour is the limit so my walks take place in strategic places where benches can be found. In the meanwhile I know the position of every bench in my village. This afternoon I decided to take a walk with a pause in mind, taking photos of the benches on the way. The cemetery is made for people like me that like to sit now and again, and enjoy the view with a camera. It is full of benches.
Now just look at this, three benches all together and another one in the distance, a real bench festival. It was Sunday afternoon and I really expected a crowd at the cemetery, but I was on my own. There were a few people taking walks, but no-one really visiting those that are no longer there. I was glad otherwise there might have been a queue waiting to make a pause on a bench. The benches are not always so comfortable.
This one is not my sort of bench. There is no support for the back. Just imagine you are feeling tired, take a pause on the bench and lean back. There you have the catastrophe, your fall backwards off the bench. They probably ran out of money at the cemetery when this bench was organised. On the other hand, perhaps they did not want to spoil the view of the flowerbed in the background. The stones you can see are those used for cremations. A jar of ashes does not take up so much room and does not need a complete king sized grave.
These would win the bench competition for me. You can relax, even lay horizontally for a sleep if you are tired, and have a flowerbed to admire into the bargain. Here again you can see stones fitted into the lawn for those that had the cremations.
I depend on these benches for a rest on my walks. Just 5-10 minutes and I am recovered enough to carry on futher. The cemetery is not far from where I live but I have to walk back home at the side of the main road. Even there I can take a pause. The local railway runs at the side of the road and there is a sheltered station near the exit to the cemetery complete with seating. Today I was a little out of luck, as there were people waiting for the next train, but I managed to squeeze myself onto the remaining free place on the bench. I arrived home with a camera full of photos and a little worn out. However, sitting at the computer is also very relaxing to write my blog.
And here is a view from a bench I was sitting on before returning home.