Mearns Cemetery

Over in Newton Mearns doing bits and pieces for my mum in the run up to Christmas.

Every year, we lay a Christmas wreath at my grandmother’s grave, who I unfortunately never knew, as she died in 1959 at the relatively young age of 53 years. Here’s a blip of the threatening sky at Mearns Cemetery.

Christmas, as well as being a happy time, it can also be poignant too.

I hope you are having a nice Saturday before Christmas.