Bunhill Fields isn’t famous for being grand or beautiful. It’s famous for being real. It’s messy, crowded, and full of unexpected people.
You’ll walk out feeling a little more grounded. And a little more grateful you’re still on the breathing side of the grass.
So next time you’re on City Road, dodging a delivery truck, just stop. Duck through the gates. Say hi to William Blake. And maybe don’t think about the sixteen-deep burial thing too much.
Trust me, it’s the best dead spot in London. And that’s not a pun—okay, maybe a tiny one.
