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.