Threatened rain did arrive so we put off going out until the
afternoon. And where did we go. If you are sitting comfortably I’ll begin.
Down to the local stain and to Victoria by Southern Rail.
At Victoria, which didn’t seem to be much busier than usual, we transferred to the underground heading for West Brompton.
No, not to the badminton, which we found out was on once we
got there, but to visit west Brompton Cemetery. W did go past one of the venues, not
intentionally though.
I like old cemeteries, if you have head some of my other
entries you may well have gathered that The man humours me, but I think
secretly he enjoys them too.
This one is the final resting place for Emmiline Pankhurst, who
along with her two daughters was a driving force behind the suffragettes and
women getting the right to vote
According to my guide book,
Children’s author Beatrix Potter
lived locally and used to perambulate through the grounds of this historic
burial ground. Apparently she drew inspiration for the names of some of her
famous animal characters from headstones. We only found Mr Nutkin, but, we
weren’t able to find the others that are reported to be here, Peter Rabbet, Mr McGregor
and Jeremiah Fisher.
We met a couple or real life characters too.
There are some very lovely headstones here. One that caught
my eye had an airship on it and we wondered if perhaps it was for someone killed
in the Hindenburg disaster, but the date on this headstone was 1915, and the Hindenburg went down in 1937.
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