My wanderings this Thursday trying to work out a route for another Walk for the LGMG took me to Redcross Street in Southwark, not part of London I know at all. Behind a set of iron gates the gleaming preposterousness of The Shard soars up the sky, but those gates are bedecked with ribbons, flowers and commemorative items recording Southwark's departed souls. This is the
Crossbones Graveyard, site of ritual and vigil, of mystery plays and personal reminiscence, of campaign and public art. I won't explain its history and strange beauty here, but leave you to explore on the website, and perhaps wonder, like me, how you managed never to hear of it before.
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