|Among the tombs on The Long Walk. After a heavy rain there seemed to be an odd mist lingering in the air.|
|In the lane of crypt doorways below ground level. Whenever I find myself down here I wonder why it is I do this.|
|Crypt doorways on the left hand side.|
|Emerging from below ground level, the gravel was slippery and the hair on the back of my neck was definitely standing up.|
|In the midst of summer, on a bright August day, fall had already come to this place, and there's that mist in the air again.|
Also, check out the Gresham family vault, built for a lady who feared being buried alive.