BEST PLACE TO COMMUNE WITH THE DEAD
NECROPOLIS CEMETERY 200 Winchester The Victorian Gothic peak that marks the entranceway to the city’s oldest cemetery casts an eerie shadow. And the gravestones of the 36,000 souls buried here are literally everywhere – perched precariously on what were once the banks of the Don, scattered in tiny vales hidden behind trees and in row upon row in corners overgrown with grass. Visitors must always watch their step lest they inadvertently trip and stir the souls of the ancients. Indeed, the lumps that have regrown over limbs cut down by wind or lightning make faces in the dark. Even in the clear light of a beautiful day, leaves twirl to the ground from the maples above as if being called by the dead to dance. Perhaps it’s because the ghosts of too many children who died too young lie here, or the restless souls of those wrongfully hanged for their part in the MacKenzie rebellion, but at the Necropolis not all the departed rest in peace.