Long-time readers of this blog will know of my great affection for Sheffield's General Cemetery; it has already featured in posts here and here.
In the spirit of loving where I live, I returned today for a wander in the autumn sunshine.
At the risk of sounding antisocial, I really enjoy time alone, and I especially like spending it here.
I passed Sharrow Mills, where snuff manufacturers Wilsons and Co have been in operation since the mid-18th century and continue as a family-run business today.
Heading down Frog Walk...
along the side of the Porter Brook...
to the gatehouse of the cemetery.
Wandering here is a tranquil experience; it's hard to believe you are in a busy suburb of a big city.
There are catacombs...
graves leaning against trees for support or genuflecting in the undergrowth...
fine romantic monuments in the Greek style (this one is to William Parker, a cutlery exporter)...
and an Egyptian-style Non-Conformist Chapel, which is currently undergoing renovation.
This is how it looked back in 1836 (from the cemetery website here).
1960s Kenrose dress - flea market
1980s jacket - vintage shop
Ankle boots - Ebay
Bangles - charity shopped
Carpet bag - gift
There are favourite ladies...
and graves telling such sad stories;
brothers Albert and Ebenezer died 10 years apart...
three of John and Sarah Andrew's daughters died in five years, all under a year old...
while William Wilson lost both his wife Sarah (who probably died in childbirth), and 3 months later, his baby son.
I wonder whether he was part of the Wilson family who ran the snuff factory?
The derelict church has scaffolding and protective netting in place. I doubt it is being repaired, I think it's more likely to be a precaution against masonry falling on passing dog walkers.
I saw more squirrels than people this morning...
which was fine by me.
Without the slightest inclination towards any faith at all, I find this place endlessly fascinating.
It's good to find a place that soothes the soul.