A few plots...

This appealed. A simple wooden cross, the body
not long in the ground. Tucked behind, in the
trees, is a rubbish bin. As John Lennon sang:
"Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try.
No hell below us, above us only sky".
None of that religious nonsense, when you're dead
you're dead. That's it. A pile of rubbish in a box
six foot under the ground...

A lovely image of greyhounds coming out of
the traps here. Was he a bookmaker? A serious
punter? An owner? Or just a fan of the sport?

I took this one because it was rather
unusual. The grave of Lilian Wakefield, who died
on 26th December 1933, not long after the
extension to the cemetery opened.
Was she a lover our feathered friends perhaps?
Was it her own idea, or just a comforting
gesture from her family?

I only had a quick dash around this cemetery.
I am sure there are many I've missed,
and as I try to notice more will find they
are probably quite common. But even if
they are I will still snap them to show you
as I come across them if they appeal to me.