weekend a friend and I took a trip to Highgate Cemetery. It’s just up
the road from me, and is probably London’s most famous graveyard. Many
of the graves are Victorian, so there are plenty of angels about. It’s
also the final home of Karl Marx, who is surrounded by the graves of
Communists from around the world. Acolytes to the end.
Cemetery is well worth a visit – it is beautiful, and in places it’s
becoming very overgrown, so you get the strange sensation of graves
growing out of the grass. Makes you remember that rememberance is not
automatic, that it’s a living process itself.