by Sheldon The blazing hulk of the USS Tulip burnt ferociously as 29 year old John Davis gasped for breath; his head erupting from the surface of the dark waters of the Potomac. Embers rained down from the sky – shouting aloud, in part to let people know he was alive but also to see if any of his crew mates had survived; the explosion on the boat had killed 47 men instantly. The ship had been bought as a gunship/tugboat for the Union side of the Civil War in the 1860’s. Havin

by Sheldon The blazing hulk of the USS Tulip burnt ferociously as 29 year old John Davis gasped for breath; his head erupting from the surface of the dark waters of the Potomac. Embers rained down from the sky – shouting aloud, in part to let people know he was alive but also to see if any of his crew mates had survived; the explosion on the boat had killed 47 men instantly. The ship had been bought as a gunship/tugboat for the Union side of the Civil War in the 1860’s. Havin

Spring at Nunhead If you’re looking for a grand Victorian era cemetery in London, the guidebooks will direct you to Brompton or Highgate. But Nunhead? Where even IS it? Here’s why it’s worth finding out… by Christina My cemetery books are keen to stress that Nunhead, the 6th of the ‘Magnificent Seven’ Victorian cemeteries of London, is in a quiet suburb that no one can find. One book even describes it as being located in a ‘backwater of south-east London’ (Turpin & Knight, 20

Spring at Nunhead If you’re looking for a grand Victorian era cemetery in London, the guidebooks will direct you to Brompton or Highgate. But Nunhead? Where even IS it? Here’s why it’s worth finding out… by Christina My cemetery books are keen to stress that Nunhead, the 6th of the ‘Magnificent Seven’ Victorian cemeteries of London, is in a quiet suburb that no one can find. One book even describes it as being located in a ‘backwater of south-east London’ (Turpin & Knight, 20

by Christina My laptop broke this week. What an excellent way to begin the new year. All it’s programs and systems and files; all the things that made it what it was just withered and shuddered and died, one by one. I was attempting to scan in some 35mm black and white photographs of Sheldon at Nunhead Cemetery at the time. We had visited last March – it seems an eternity ago now, but I had got two impossibly expensive films developed for Christmas – a present from my dad – a

by Christina My laptop broke this week. What an excellent way to begin the new year. All it’s programs and systems and files; all the things that made it what it was just withered and shuddered and died, one by one. I was attempting to scan in some 35mm black and white photographs of Sheldon at Nunhead Cemetery at the time. We had visited last March – it seems an eternity ago now, but I had got two impossibly expensive films developed for Christmas – a present from my dad – a

by Christina Sheldon said something really nice to me the other day. He said that my photographs have heart and warmth. I found this funny given my recent abundance of photographs of monuments and memorials and graveyards. I kind of agree with him though. Here are a small selection of photographs on a Cemetery Club theme. Ivy creeping over the engraving on a headstone at Nunhead Cemetery – March 2013 All photographs by Christina Owen #lovelock #photo #westnorwood #photography

by Christina Sheldon said something really nice to me the other day. He said that my photographs have heart and warmth. I found this funny given my recent abundance of photographs of monuments and memorials and graveyards. I kind of agree with him though. Here are a small selection of photographs on a Cemetery Club theme. Ivy creeping over the engraving on a headstone at Nunhead Cemetery – March 2013 All photographs by Christina Owen #lovelock #photo #westnorwood #photography

by Christina When Sheldon and I ventured to Nunhead, on a sunny but chilly day in February this year, Cemetery Club (not yet named so) had been lying dormant for a good 18 months. We had both been busy with other stuff, as mentioned by Sheldon in his last post, and our hobby had been neglected somewhat. Or, a lot. Luckily, we found some time to head out on our next adventure with the Posh Victorian Dead. And Nunhead was close by for us born-and-bred South Londoners (Sheldon i

by Christina When Sheldon and I ventured to Nunhead, on a sunny but chilly day in February this year, Cemetery Club (not yet named so) had been lying dormant for a good 18 months. We had both been busy with other stuff, as mentioned by Sheldon in his last post, and our hobby had been neglected somewhat. Or, a lot. Luckily, we found some time to head out on our next adventure with the Posh Victorian Dead. And Nunhead was close by for us born-and-bred South Londoners (Sheldon i