DH and I walked through Tower Hamlets cemetery 2 weeks ago.
It was an amazing experience that neither of us was really prepared for.
We walked through Tower Hamlets, with the pervasive smell of weed smoke. Past groups of young men, on street corners, with enormous dogs. There was a real feeling of tension, if not underlying threat.
Then through a gate to find ourselves surrounded by an overwhelming feeling of peace.
Such a beautiful place. The only sound was the singing of the birds. It felt like a woodland glade. You'd never guess you were in the middle of the East End.
Then thousands of graves. Crammed in with no real sense of order.
I could have spent hours there, but we were just passing through and had to be somewhere else.
I looked it up later, and apparently there are 44,000 people buried there.
It was closed as a cemetery in the 60s, and has since been a city park.