So I called ahead beforehand to see if it was ok to go take photos in a local cemetery, permission granted provided I pop my head in the superintendants office to let him know I was there.
Colder than a witches tit out there today so we wrap up warm, arm ourselves with a bag of Haribo and head off to Sutton Cemetery.
The superintendent was a lovely guy, told me the history of the place [previous to a cemetery there was a gallows for public hanging by the main entrance] and about the woodpeckers pecking holes in the spire of the Chapel.
I love wandering round graveyards, there is an enormous sense of peace and tranquility but the graves of children always make me sad with their toys and windmills, birthday cards and birthday balloons. The saddest one I saw was that of the little girl who was murdered by our school caretaker when we were at primary school.
Not a lot I can say about the place except to share some photos...
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