Planted in rows

I just love the confidence with which the Victorians shaped their world.  This small graveyard in Winchester - so far as I can see unconnected to a church - has a socking great lime avenue marching up the middle, a very nice brick and flint keeper's cottage and some elderly but quite posh iron gates. It is the scruffiest cemetery I've ever seen!

In fairness, looks like someone has been doing some desultory bramble cutting.  Hmm!  And I think the idea might have been to let it be a wildlife sanctuary.  It certainly has a mass of snowdrops lurking in the ground waiting for spring and squirrels breeding to terrorise local bird tables. 

It also has the largest number of broken grave slabs (I now know what's in those grandiose stone box things - absolutely nothing!!) of any graveyard I've ever seen - probably not vandalised, but smashed by tree roots.  And the poor residents seem to have their markers - also once planted in rows - shifted in all sorts of unlikely places and crazy angles.

Very autumnal.  It was pouring with rain when I took this.  It's been that kind of day.

Enjoy the rest of it  xx