Simon M.
Yelp
I just read in another review of this cemetery that it is the largest wooded area within the confines of London's Zone 2 area. Very interesting.
It is magical this place, if a little strange.
It's web site is very well developed with pages full of informtation and activities, particularly for children.
I find the reality a bit different to the web page.
I mean, I would never, ever, ever let my kid go and play in here unsupervised. (That's if I had one - which I don't) Encourntering the undead would be the very least of their problems.
It is a largish park - it takes me about 10 mins to jog around it's perimiter at a moderate pace.
It was abandaned as a cemetary some 21 years ago and judging by the dates on the graves, was in use for a few hundred years prior to that.
Trees and bushes have grown over the graves - a few of which are still tended by loved ones but mostly they are become beautiful moss covered artifacts.
Several trails are well used and well maintained by the council, and the entrance from Stoke Newington high street is edged with impressive gates that open to a path bordered with lushous green grass.
There are many other trails, social trails, that are kept open through the passage of visitors. These lead in asymetrical directions, easily confusing the uninitiated.
The central feature is a metal grate secured, abandoned gothic chapel, with a significant and impressive spire. Inside can be seen dirt and the refuse left by the last gentleman who inhabited it.
These bums, and I use the word with the affection of a reader who counts Mac and the boys of Cannery Row fame as both role models and hero's, are the main inhabitants of the cemetery.
You live here for a while and you get to know them, by site if not by name. The one with the guitar being a particular stand out. He found some strings for it a month or so back and now I fall asleep to the sounds of him and his friends singing, as well as the usual fights and drunken mutual admiration sessions.
More sinister, at least to my imagination, is the groups of men that are always loitering quietly as I run past. They look equally nervous and confronting and they are always ducking down those hidden paths or seeming to keep a look out. I have no idea what they are up to - if anything - but it's such a hidden envrionment and they are the ones I would keep my child from.