He looked out on brambles, now he sees flowers
John Desmond was a pub entertainer who lived on his wits.
Fishing was his great love. Sadly he died in a fishing accident. Perhaps he died happy.
What a magnificent tomb! It cost six hundred pounds, a sizable sum in 1906. Over the years the vandals stole his fishing rod but they couldn’t take his fish.
His widow still weeps.
John Robert Smith was buried in a manicured cemetery. Over the years it grew into a quite beautiful wood. In later years it became impenetrable, with six foot high brambles. Graves became inaccessible.
When I started working on the garden, it was to be a small demonstration of the then famous Bolton Percy churchyard. The project was intended to be in the less weedy parts of Worsbrough cemetery. Fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately) we had unexpected help from the probation service! They came and trimmed the lot!
It is not ideal to apply weedkiller when weeds regrow, but it would have been impossible to get amongst the original intact thickets. I sprayed and re-sprayed for a couple of years using glyphosate and brushwood killer. Even then, the brambles did not give up. Blackberry seeds continued to germinate for years.
The old vaudeville entertainer is in a nicer place now.