Burials & Beyond

Taking prime location in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette on Friday 10th January 1941, some spiritualists had got themselves into a right legal pickle.

Let’s visit one of the most striking graves in the whole of England, nestled in the centre of a city cemetery in north west Leeds.

I’m not usually found squatting by the side of the road, but when I am, it’s usually because there’s a grave or a ghost nearby.

St Nicholas’ is one of those strange churches – a gem in its own right, but sitting just 100m metres down the road from another neighbouring parish church in Henley-in-Arden.

Fancy a swift pint and a poltergeist?

CW: Everything.

Most mediums claim to channel messages from the dead.

Whale carcasses and I have got a bit of history.

Getting to Linwood church is quite the experience itself.

Woodcuts are wonderful things.

No declarations of love this year?

Little John’s grave, Summer 2025 Its no secret that I was a strange child, which probably explains how I grew up into such a smashing and well-balanced adult.* However, throughout my early years, I had sequences of recurring obsessions; books, films, lege…

After reading yet more Victorian periodicals, I found myself descending into a spectral blush-based rabbit warren.

Giving refuse collectors a small Christmas bonus seems an obvious nicety of the season, but before the mid-19th century, they went home with empty pockets and no Christmas bonus to help with the costs of festivities.

You know what they say!

The Church of St Mary the virgin is reached by a long, thin gravel track that’s not ideal for big cars or blonde women in pointy boots that seemed like a good idea in the morning, but a terrible one by the afternoon.

In an incident that became known as ‘the Bealings Bells’, the house of Major Edward Moor was besieged by months of mysterious bell ringing in 1834.

CW: Death, child death, burial traditions.

On a recent visit to Corsham (was I visiting friends or was I scoping out a secret government UFO base?

In the middle of a field, surrounded by enormous cows, sits a tiny white grave encircled in black fencing.

One of few remaining headstones in the grounds of Winchester Cathedral, the grave of Thomas Thetcher has been a beloved sight -and curio – for centuries.