Part two of the Taphophile tour of Brompton Cemetery in West London looks at the unique features of the grandiose graveyard and ventures into it’s Victorian catacombs. The contents of which are rather gruesome.
Inspired by St Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican, the central focus of the cemetery is the open air cathedral of death known as the great circle. IT definitely lives up to it’s name. The immense crowd of crucifixes and monuments gathered within the confines of the colonnade boundary resemble a packed train station during rush hour. The number of former lives commemorated within the coliseum of impressive classical architecture makes is an immense spectacle.
Beneath the arched walkways of the great circle lie the ominous catacombs. A failed business venture from the Victorian era catacombs were seen as a cheap alternative to traditional burial. Families could shelve their dead like old tins of tuna without forking out for an expensive ground plot and stone monument. Thousands of spaces were created beneath the main structure of the circle, like a giant pantry for corpses, however only a few hundred were ever sold. The serpent guarded iron doors at the bottom of the cracked stairwell let’s you know that there’s something sinister lurking behind those bars. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark abyss and a further few seconds to compute what you’re actually seeing but, yes, that’s an actual coffin rotting away right in front of you. Thick wooden caskets stacked neatly behind rusting cages. In case someone tries to escape? Each gated entrance you peer through, there’s a fair few in total, presents a scene so disturbing it’s easy to forget that these aren’t props from an extremely realistic haunted house at a fairground. The musky smell exacerbating the uneasiness. Most of us don’t see many coffins in our lifetime so to find hundreds stacked together in one place so openly is a bit of a shock. Fascinating nonetheless. In an extremely macabre way. But then again that’s the reason you peeped through the doorway in the first place. Morbid curiosity.
Away from the gloomy seclusion of the dark catacombs is the leafy east side. In such close proximity to Stamford bridge stadium, home of Chelsea F.C, that you can’t help but wonder if particularly wayward shots at goal end up bouncing off of headstones during matches. Strolling around on game day must be an odd experience as it’s fairly unusual to visit a cemetery with the cheering of 40,000 fans in the background. Not that some of the interments would mind. Chelsea F.C founder Henry Augusus Mears is buried here and would probably be rather proud of his teams success in recent years.
Other notable bones resting at Brompton include Victorian physician and clean freak Jon Snow. The guy responsible for adoption of anaesthesia so thank him next time you’re having a tooth pulled. Revolutionary feminist Emmeline Pankhurst. Art lover Henry Cole who not only established the nearby Victoria and Albert museum but also invented Christmas cards. So thank him next time granny sends you a little card with a robin on the front and a fiver stuffed inside.
It is believed that renowned children’s author Beatrix Potter borrowed many of the names of her most famous characters from the headstones of Brompton gravesites. There’s an actual Peter Rabbet buried here as well as a Mr Nutkins and Jeremiah Fisher. Transport between the world of fiction and reality by paying respects to the remains of your favourite childhood characters who are named after long dead Victorian Londoners stuck in the ground long before you were even born. Poetic.
Esteban.
Click here for part one and part two of the Taphophile tour of Colchester, Britain’s oldest recorded town.