Yesterday’s walk took me to the cemetery. It’s been on my list of places to visit for a while. In particular I was looking for my great-uncle’s grave. He died in 1920 as a result of illness following his service in WW1 and is buried in the small plot of war graves within the cemetery.


As I had my camera with me I decided to wander while I was there and, even though I’ve known this place all my life, I came across one or two surprises. In particular another small memorial garden, this time to remember the victims of the Baedekar raids in April 1942. My city, like others in the UK, was targeted because of its inclusion in the Baedeker guides, as a place of historical interest. The garden is edged with simple rectangular plaques recording name, age and date of death – poignant memorials to the people who died on those nights. In this case all four plaques commemorate members of the same family.


Parts of the cemetery are very old, with many Victorian headstones and memorials. It never bothers me walking around there – it was another favourite Sunday afternoon walk of my Mum’s, and we used it as a shortcut to other parts of the city…. the local hospital being one of our destinations whenever an elderly relative was ill – many of them would end up in the same cemetery! This time, with my ‘camera eye’ I was on the lookout for the quirky, or unusual. This slightly fallen angel appealed to me – it looks as though it’s hanging on with one hand!


Despite the sadness of the place it was impossible to be downhearted. The sun was shining brightly again and the avenues of blossom were magnificent!




It was such a beautiful day today that, after a brief work meeting, I decided to go for a walk with my camera. It was a toss-up between a childhood park or the cemetery – the park won. This is one of the two parks that my Mum used to take me to when I was small. This was the ‘Sunday’ park, because she liked to listen to the band playing in the bandstand on a Sunday afternoon.

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It’s a huge place and it was good to see that plenty of Mums are still walking there with their buggies and toddlers. There are two ornamental ponds – one used to have fish and water lilies in – it looks as though the lilies are still there but I suspect the fish are long gone, certainly none in evidence today.  The second is a boating lake and when my sons were small their grandparents used to take them there to sail their boats. The eldest had a yacht but, as I remember, it frequently capsized!


The tennis courts are where I learned to play, attending a series of evening coaching sessions one summer. I don’t remember the courts being in such good condition – more like hard grey clay with grass growing around the edges as I recall!!

By the end of this year I hope to have moved west, to be closer to my family – my camera is helping me to record the places I remember before I leave. So far three generations of our family have passed time there – I’m hoping I can take my granddaughter next time she visits.