Tag: Lost
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Young Sheldon
Whenever I start researching a cemetery, I always start by looking for a name. My own. Hopefully that won’t be interpreted by you as arrogance. My forename isn’t very common – I’ve only met two other Sheldon’s in my time: one a distant cousin and the other at a party donkey’s years ago. I am…
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The Lost Village of the East End
Hard to imagine this part of the East End being a queer sanctuary and a once idyllic rural retreat… I recently gave a walking tour around old Bromley-By-Bow on behalf of my good friends at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park and the Women’s Environmentalist Network. It’s an area I’m vaguely familiar with, as my old local…
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Bones in a Library
…after being found under a driveway. In 2014, Alison Carpenter just wanted her driveway finished. A new home came with the associated building work you’d expect as she and her partner wanted to make their home their home. It took longer than expected and cost more than was anticipated; so it was decided to finish…
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HRH (His Rolling Hulk)
Many people who lie in our cemeteries would have known, even visited, one of London’s best known animals. When I was about 7 or 8 I visited London Zoo for the first time. This was back when elephants and rhinos were still being kept in central London, which, considering it was the mid-1990’s, is bewildering.…
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Outside London: Stumbling on a Medieval Church in Kent
by Christina Last week, on an uncharacteristically sunny day in February, I came across a brown sign with a picture of a church on it. It was pointing down a dirt track that led up a hill and then disappeared into the trees. I was in Kent, looking for Oast Houses to photograph (I love…
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Guide & Seek: The Lost Lives of Brompton Cemetery
by Christina It is just past midday at Brompton Cemetery’s south gate. Sheldon is about to run through his first ever Cemetery Club tour before actual people begin arriving. As we start off for stop number 1 (Jon Snow), two dishevelled looking men with weather-beaten faces, Springsteen T-Shirts and bottles of cider in their hands…
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Outside London – Childhood Memories By The Sea
by Christina I don’t know if it’s because I was born and raised on an island (albeit not near a coast) but I like staring out to sea. It also terrifies me (I try not to actually go in it if at all possible) but it fascinates me. Joseph Conrad wrote “As if it were too…
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The Mystery of Montague Fowler
Monday means it’s my time to write a post, and as I’ve been christened ‘history buff and modern day Tony Robinson’ by Christina (I hope she allows my embellishment of the role she bestowed upon me in the previous post), I thought it’d be interesting to occasionally venture off-topic and write about a little bit of detective…
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