London Road
St Thomas’ Keresley
Christmas with the snowNon-Conformist Chapel - built in the mid 19th century.
John Taylor constructed this building along with the boundary wall that fronts London Road.
Jill Phipps, a mother-of-one, was crushed under the wheels of a livestock transporter at Coventry's Baginton Airport on 1 February 1995.
The 31-year-old had been protesting against the live exports of veal calves from the airport.
October Walk
The Gate Entrance
Here, life and death are intertwined,
A peaceful place for heart and mind.
Throughout history, flowers have been used as powerful symbols in art, literature, and religious rituals. In the context of gravestones, flowers serve as a poignant reminder of the temporary nature of life and the enduring beauty of the soulThe living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
Birds eye view of the Non-Conformist Chapel
Afterglow
7.21 am
Walking to Paxton’s memorial
A quiet place is a room for thoughts, where inner voices speak without interruption
Ancient tree with roots so deep, a silent watchman secrets keep. Your branches stretch through time untold, a witness to the young and old. You have endured storms, and through the years, your bark is scarred, yet firm and wise. A story told in rustling leaves, your soul remains, a legacy.
If there's a heaven, it's a place of joy and music, a world where loved ones wait with open arms, a haven of peace without pain or sorrow, or a place for the soul's ultimate reunion. Alternatively, it could be a personal creation of dreams, or simply a place for love and growth, where we "come home" to a final peace after a life lived with purpose.
Sunset or Sunrise
Yesteryear
Late in the day.
James Starley (21 April 1830 – 17 June 1881)was an English inventor and father of the bicycle industry. He was one of the most innovative and successful builders of bicycles and tricycles. His inventions include the differential gear, the perfection of the bicycle chain drive, and the penny-farthing.
Non - Conformist Chapel
It suffered damage from a fire in 1884 caused by an accidental dynamite explosion, and again during the Second World War. A major fire in 2006, caused by arson, destroyed the roof and interior.
The Nonconformist Chapel at Coventry's London Road Cemetery is a Grade II* listed building designed in a classical Greek temple style, notable for its distinctive portico and flanking pavilions. Despite being a historically significant and Grade II* listed structure, it was in a poor state due to damage from World War II bombing, a fire in 1884, and a 2006 arson attack. Work has now been done to the exterior as you see in the picture.A perfectly vacuumed carpet.
Betty taking her daily walk amongst people’s history. She would like more bins in the cemetery though.A poem by Katherine Towers
Into the coppery halls of beech and intricate oak to be close to the trees as they whisper together let fall their leaves, and we die for the winter
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
The casement all the day
And from the mossy elm tree takes
The faded leaf away
Twirling it by the window-pane
With thousand others down the laneJohn Clare
Through seasons turning and the years that fade,
A solemn promise in their stone is made:
That though the names on silent slabs decay,
The memory of the lost will never stray.I have been fascinated about this large monument that depicts Jesus on the cross at London Road cemetery. Despite trying to get some history on it I am unable to find anything. Please leave a comment if you know anything.
Whilst out walking i noticed a large slab of stone that has obviously been there for many decades. It looks as though it has never been moved and was possibly the base for a headstone of some sorts. Animals had burrowed into the area and with a torch it is easy to see this tunnel which would clearly have ran under the path to the other side.
Does anyone have an information on what this was for.
Ready for a winter storm.
Thomas McCarthy and the tree.
Renamed:
‘Of all the things I have seen’
My hair a field of winter's frost, a map
Of seasons weathered, not a fortune lost.
These hands, like parchment, creased with every tale,
Of sun-drenched summers, and the storm's cold gale.
I've watched the cities rise like sudden dreams,
And fade like mist above the morning streams.
I've seen the silent stars in endless space,
And met the gaze of time in every face.
The world has turned, a spinning, vibrant top,
And I have lingered while the moments drop.
I've seen the love that blossoms, strong and true,
And grief that stains the sky a deeper blue.
From horseless carriages to silver flight,
From candlelight to a world of endless light.
The changing tides of progress and of war,
Each etched forever on my life's own score.
So let me sit and tell you, if you please,
Of all the wonders I have held and seized.
For in this aged frame, a library sleeps,
Of all the life the passing century keeps.
Author unknown
One of many graves hit by shrapnel after a bomb landed in the cemetery
The Cemetery’s Trees
Click tree names for more info
Two wars I have seen and never once stirred, as new life begins an old one is lost. I held out my hand but all memories were lost.
I looked at sad faces who ached for my loss, the tears they had cried because of me, whom they’d lost. I never see them; they never come back.
Winter came and showered the ground, cold winter mournings and gold-coloured leaves. When the rain came it cut into stone erasing most, except for my name.
I’m forever indebted to the new life you gave, alive for a short time, and dead for the rest. People scared of what life will become whilst others embrace the change always to come.
If you ever pass by In summer or fall walk on my grave and I’ll welcome you all. It’s not disrespectful nor issuing a curse there’s nothing wrong; I just welcome you all.
PG - 2025
Etymology:The word "cemetery" comes from the Greek koimētērion, meaning "sleeping place," which was used for burial sites. Grave:
The word grave originates from Old English and Proto-Germanic roots, meaning "to dig" or "trench".Coffin:
The word "coffin" comes from the Old French word "cofin," which means "little basket".Cadaver:Body can mean alive or dead. Corpse is definitely dead. Cadaver is a human corpse, especially one used for organ transplant or dissection”Entrance from London Road
Exit to London Road
The Chapel as night falls.