I thought is was a park. Well, the sign said ‘Abney Park’ so I looked at the map to see how to get through to the cemetery entrance. Little did I know that when the website said you had to make an appointment to find a grave, they meant ‘because you’ll never find the grave, nor your way out again’.
It is, in fact, an overgrown cemetery. And a very special one too because it hadn’t been ruined by a spine of hideous immigrant peasant’s graves along what were once pathways as have many of the older Melbourne cemeteries – with their awful black granite tombs, plaster Madonnas and plastic flowers. And the vulgar mausoleums. And those ugly photos,…. but I digress.
It has certainly been let go. Mother Nature has taken hold, but the climate allows for undergrowth and trees rather an just weeds. And by undergrowth I mean poison ivy and stinging nettles. Has I known I would have brought some gardening gloves and a pair of secateurs. You’d have your work cut out here, Tutti.
But I had wisely made an appointment.
I set off with my
Sherpa guide and maps.
The cemetery is one of the ‘magnificant 7’.