All the mausoleums were boarded up with breeze blocks to shield against vandalism, so alas there were no photographs of reflections to be had in an occasional glass door, as there are in Recoleta Cemetery. I was visiting Brookwood Cemetery near Woking in Surrey: a huge Victorian burial ground filled with crosses upon crosses, monuments and mausoleums, watched over by ancient trees and delicate ferns.

Treading over crunchy bark and pine cones, my eyes darted between the wonderfully English names: Mervyn and Muriel, Herbert and Hilda, and a Bessie Rose who lived to 100. In the distance, smoke from a bonfire beckoned us to a worker who showed the way to the grave of American artist John Singer Sargent, one of only two people on the website’s list of famous dead that I’d actually heard of. He knew where Sargent was because he’d cleaned the headstone himself. I love these snippets of information from the people who tend the cemeteries.

With kind permission from Brookwood Cemetery, I bring you my photograph of the Moir memorial, a now listed building that remembers a lieutenant who died during the First World War and his father, a knighted civil engineer. This Angel of peace, with her sprig of olive, appears to have become one with her surroundings, the weathered bronze blurring curiously into the evergreens. A metaphorical reflection, perhaps.