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I had to go to the cemetery today. I'd forgotten how much I like it there. In fact I like it so much that, a long time ago, I wrote a story based in a cemetery. You'll find it here.
If you've got to die then Oystermouth Cemetery is a good place to rest your bones. The view is lovely and it's very peaceful.
I used to visit the cemetery regularly with my mum to put flowers on my great-gran's grave and then when my mum died I spent a lot of time there. The cemetery is quite old and there are some very poignant headstones like this one of a young soldier who survived Gallipolli only to die later in the war.
When I was there I remembered the oddity: the only grave that faces a different direction. I went to see it again today and discovered, thanks to the internet, that the deceased was a very generous benefactor of many good causes in Swansea. His name was Roger Beck and he was involved in the steel industry in its early years. He was a Quaker but I don't know if that's why he was buried the 'wrong way'.
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You can tell I'm a proper writer because I procrastinate all the time. There is always something I've got to do that stops me writing.