As I described in a previous post, on the 23rd of every month, there is a little ritual at the Crossbones gates of the outcast’s cemetary in Red Cross Way, Southwark.
How come you know about this? I ask him.
Well, I was just driving past one day and noticed all these people. I’m interested in London history so I thought I would come. I’m into alternative lifestyles he said meaningfully.
Oh another sub, I thought.
He says: You will see things there you wouldn’t believe. Ghosts. This place is very special. I brought a friend who was in great pain with her teeth and gums. She was cured by coming here. Before my very eyes.
Bottles of gin are sprinkled around the gates, the odour of juniper rises from the pavement, reminiscent of the only comfort these poor women had. We then sing pagan carols.