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Bucket list time!
So much walking up hills. So worth it.
First up: Hampstead Heath. For someone who walked up multiple mountains last year, I am awful at hills. But I am going to be so fit when I get back home, omg.
Then Bucket List Item #1: Highgate Cemetery.
If I had to come up with the names of two men who are among the reasons I turned out this way, you would find both of those people buried here.

Note: No other gravestone has a lot number. Someone just put it there.
Douglas Adams sparked my love of sci-fi and British humour and as a wee tiny child of 8, I had most of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy memorized, even though at 8 there was no way I could have gotten all the references. But it was my favourite book for years and years.

I left a pen on his grave. It’s my only pen, so I guess I’ll have to get another one on the way home.
And of course, the big man himself, and I imagine I don’t need to explain why visiting his grave was the top thing I wanted to see in London:

(I have many other photos; I am sparing you b/c I am nice.)

Bonus Malcolm McLaren as he’s there too:

Then we went on a Hidden London tour of the abandoned station at Highgate. It was meant to be a Big Deal but war and economics interfered, and it was decommissioned. Now nature is reclaiming it and the city has decided to just leave it alone and let it be a sanctuary for endangered bats.

I have a lot of other pictures of it too, but for some reason Flickr isn’t allowing me to upload anything horizontal, so you’ll have to wait to see those after I edit them.
Then we went to Manuelita, a play about Manuela Saenz, a Latin American revolutionary and lover of Simón Bolívar, which was excellent and surprisingly entertaining.
Now I am off to bed.
First up: Hampstead Heath. For someone who walked up multiple mountains last year, I am awful at hills. But I am going to be so fit when I get back home, omg.
Then Bucket List Item #1: Highgate Cemetery.
If I had to come up with the names of two men who are among the reasons I turned out this way, you would find both of those people buried here.

Note: No other gravestone has a lot number. Someone just put it there.
Douglas Adams sparked my love of sci-fi and British humour and as a wee tiny child of 8, I had most of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy memorized, even though at 8 there was no way I could have gotten all the references. But it was my favourite book for years and years.

I left a pen on his grave. It’s my only pen, so I guess I’ll have to get another one on the way home.
And of course, the big man himself, and I imagine I don’t need to explain why visiting his grave was the top thing I wanted to see in London:

(I have many other photos; I am sparing you b/c I am nice.)

Bonus Malcolm McLaren as he’s there too:

Then we went on a Hidden London tour of the abandoned station at Highgate. It was meant to be a Big Deal but war and economics interfered, and it was decommissioned. Now nature is reclaiming it and the city has decided to just leave it alone and let it be a sanctuary for endangered bats.

I have a lot of other pictures of it too, but for some reason Flickr isn’t allowing me to upload anything horizontal, so you’ll have to wait to see those after I edit them.
Then we went to Manuelita, a play about Manuela Saenz, a Latin American revolutionary and lover of Simón Bolívar, which was excellent and surprisingly entertaining.
Now I am off to bed.
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When I saw a picture of you in a cemetery in England I thought "um, how is she going to photograph herself doing THAT?"
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The abandoned station at Highgate seems like it would fit into a Rivers of London story.
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:)
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The abandoned station was a special childhood haunt for me.
I used to creep up in terror, listening for screeching ghost trains.
The mental hospital wherein many of my friends have resided at one time or another backs the cemetery and Marx peers in on the secure wards at night.
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