Most of this gallery is about the Abney Wood Cemetery. I think my photos tell most of the story, but a day or two after the trip I wrote the following:

In N16

What I am, you were... Oh yes, I know!
And what we all become, I know that too.
And what that is, is not the essential you,
Or will be me, when it's my turn to go.
Across your stones, brambles and ivy grow,
Tree trunks swell round them, roots are fingering through
Seeking your bones, branches above them strew
Garlands of leaves for autumn winds to blow.

"In sure and certain hope..." Why then the stones?
What stones do you expect still to stand there
On Judgement Day as evidence of worth?

Till trumpets sound, till reassembled bones
Await their turn in hope, or perhaps despair,
Unmarked or splendid, earth lies in the earth.

HHMR November 2001