London.

When i was a young pup i saved up all my money i had made working as a (fully clothed) waitress in a strip club where you could get quite insane tips.
and occasionally drunken gropes,
:(
and i went off on my way, searching for adventure.
Ended up here.
This is stoke newington cemetery, a short walk from islington, where my grandparents are half the year.
It's one of my favourite cemeteries any oldwhere. one side has these gates (pictured) and as you go through from there it gets more and more ramshackle til you finally come out by a tiny brown brick church and a park with a stream and a bridge, and if memory serves, deer grazing, well this was ten years ago, so...
anyway, of course i had run out of film by then, not knowing what was to come..
had a nice chat with a bum, for ages, about pigeons. we were both pro pigeon.
Lot of old angels in stoke newington cemetery.