It’s a twee little statement that love can conquer death, but one that rings romantically true in the adjoining graves of a Dutch Colonel and his aristocratic sweetheart.
Judy The Donkey: Grave Stories
In central Liverpool, in a sleepy corner of a sprawling park, sits the headstone of Judy the donkey. Worker, hero, icon.
Monuments and Medieval Minstrels at Beverley Minster
At the heart of the community lies Beverley Minster; an enormous, gleaming monolith surrounded by little rows of houses, tightly packed like rows of teeth.
Stacked Headstones and Forgotten Burials : St Mary’s Old Cemetery, Louth
Nestled between a small car park and a bridge over the river Lud, sits an old, sparse burial ground, dating back to the 13th Century.
More Adventures in Highgate East!
Between pianos, dogs, and enormous mausoleums, cemeteries such as Highgate hold thousands of stories and works of art around every corner.
Adventures in Highgate West Cemetery
The self-titled ‘magnificent seven’, is the informal name given to a group of large, privately-owned Victorian cemeteries within London. One of these is Highgate. Between its two sites, there are approximately 170,000 internments.
Hoddesdon Cemetery: Table Tombs and Chapels for Ants
Hoddesdon cemetery is much like any other cemetery close to the capital. Sitting in Hertfordshire in the home counties, Hoddesdon cemetery is flanked by trees, shielding it from the road and the gaze of passing commuters. Hoddesdon is very much a working cemetery, filled with fresh internments and contemporary memorials. While Victorian cemeteries are beautiful... Continue Reading →
The Yew: Tree of the Dead
While flora and fauna in cemeteries is a fascinating topic of its own, today’s post will just be focusing on one. The granddaddy of all cemetery trees, the yew.
Timothy Clark Smith: The Grave With a Window
Instead of considering glass coffins and mausoleums, physician Timothy Clark Smith had rather more practical ideas...
Poppyland – Churchyard Treats in the Heart of Norfolk
When travelling through the Norfolk countryside, if you were to stop at every church you passed, you’d be forced to invest in property and inform your family of your permeant change of residence. In short, it would take an age.