A graveyard in spring

I’m ambivalent to most cemetries but Stoke Newington graveyard is a beauty.  You are guaranteed to have a marauding gang of homeless, debating loudly I might add, the issues of the day.  Sometimes you’ll just see random men wandering about, looking over there shoulder’s, shiftily.  Couples out on a romantic stroll or a whole family on a Sunday walk.  Although it’s been left and the graveyard is in decay, it’s always full of completely disparate groups who find something in it – solace, a place to hang out, or a place to just gather their thoughts.

Tombstone blues

grave in bloom

A headless statue.


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