You might think a church is a strange place for a witch to hang out but you’ll often find MrT and myself visiting the odd church or two.
I’m a big fan of architecture and the older the better. In my opinion modern day buildings lack the character and workmanship found in the past. When I visit old buildings I’m swept back in time to days when stone masons were in demand and carpenters truly created works of art (not just door frames). I ‘feel’ the building and the energy that’s gone into creating them.
I also like graveyards. I don’t find them spooky – just peaceful and serene. I like to read the gravestones and image the person who once lived. I wonder if their life was happy, sad, full of hard work or just plain hard. I wonder how they died, why they died, where they died and how they came to rest at that particular spot.
Today we found ourselves at a 12th century church at Fawley in the New Forest. We didn’t even know we were going there – just out for a Saturday morning drive and up for the adventure of whatever we found on the way.
We wandered inside the church then walked around the perimeter in the churchyard. In between being nosey reading the gravestones I was taking pictures.
First of a young pigeon walking under a tree. I know you’re probably wondering why a pigeon because they’re everywhere right? I know, I know BUT I’ve never seen a young pigeon before.
Then I got side tracked by the flowers poking their way up between the graves. So I took some photos of a crocus (I think) because they’re reminders Spring is just around the corner….
And what happens when I’m bent over taking flower photos? MrT sees a white mist rise from a nearby grave and float towards the church. By the time he called me I’m too late and the mist has disappeared.
I took some photos around the area where he saw the mist but nothing!! No mist, no orbs just regular grave stones and trees. I walked back to the path started to speak to MrT and saw a flash of white light in front of me… like a camera flash going off. It wasn’t mine because my camera was off at the time. Again I missed it…grrrrr.
I googled a possible ghost in Fawley but couldn’t find any reference. I did learn that it was once a haven for smugglers so perhaps it was a replay of a smuggler stashing his contraband at the church?
As we were leaving the church this statue caught my eye. Doesn’t she remind you of the World card in Tarot?