Today was a first for me; I lunched with the dead of an old London parish, St. Alban the Martyr Holborn.
St. Alban was one of the areas they ran out of space to bury their inhabitants about 150 years ago, until space was made available for them at Brookwood Cemetery. St. Alban was supposed to be an area of the city that Charles Dickens used as inspiration for writing Oliver Twist.
Through the lych gate this morning, the atmosphere seemed different to the other areas. Enclosed by trees but not oppressive, they lay peacefully, neatly under the fragrant, pale yellow azaleas enjoying a burst of April sunshine. Side by side, head to toe with dignity under the clear blue sky.
It is a cliche but ‘time seemed to stand still’ in this resting place and haven for wildlife.