st george’s gardens is a funny little place in the middle of london, full of dead reformers (except for the ones who got body-snatched i guess!)
despite all the great names buried in this place, there’s a number of huge tombs.
this one had the identification faded away
it made me think that even if we’re fantastically successful in life and get buried in a massive tomb then eventually any memory of the real us is forgotten. if it’s just all about living, dying then being forgotten it all seems a bit sad !
(thankfully i belive there’s more to life than that so no need to get all depressed !).
here’s a picture from outside the gates.
henrietta mews (because she’s a cat?)