If not, they may well have been deeply unamused by the antics down at our local graveyard today.
But I was. With nothing more pressing to do on a grey day, we ventured down to the local cemetery. As you do.
To scramble (respectfully) amongst the graves of the mighty and good from Bristol, UK, who lived in the 1800s onwards. Arnos Vale Cemetery is a great place to visit though. Certainly for its impressive heritage, history and wildlife (and rather nice cafe which sells cake). But also due to its very eery aspect. Of hidden, ancient graves, sunken and broken, deep within a 45 acre woodland.
Perfect for leaping out behind a headstone making ghoulish noises with a torch under your chin. If you felt the urge.
Terrifying to think of all those cracked stone lids and the old bones that lie underneath.
Apparently it was one sycamore tree that started it; its little seedlings on a mission, flying on the wind and trampled underfoot, that got that little forest going.
The place is a positive tourist attraction. Albeit, not quite Pere Lachaise in Paris (which is amazing!); there is no Jim Morrison grave here with its accompanying ‘gifts’, but is certainly fascinating. There is a note worthy Rajah buried here though.
Some call it graffiti. But it’s not at all. It’s colourful, creative and playful. And of course, all done very sensitively on this occasion. Which is a shame in a way, I would have loved to have seen a few headstones all snuggled up in a woolly coat (it has been done), but perhaps the Victorians within weren’t taken to snuggling.If you are not familiar with yarn bombing already, here’s a quickie insight of what it is. Click this link to a cool site http://yarnbombing.com/