Thirty minutes from sundown; time travel in the Anglican Chapel, Kensal Green Cemetery

My friend Meriel and I were showing a visitor the catacombs at Kensal Green just before Christmas. When our visitor left, we went back down to the vaults to check on some memorial tablets stored there. Standing underground in the dark, surrounded by hundreds, thousands of corpses, even though they are hidden from sight in lead lined coffins, is a disquieting experience. When your vision is limited…