A Squirrel @ Bunhill Cemetery

Phew! How busy Liverpool Station was!! The shops around Broadgate Centre were a brimful of Christmas paraphernalia. Colourful merchandise being wrapped up in ornate boxes and adorned with ribbons and gift tags were presented on equally decorative shelves in every shop front and screaming silently at passers-by, ‘Buy me!’


At the Broadgate Square, I noticed the area normally dedicated to their annual ice rink was boarded up with scaffolding and black wall covering. Are the rink getting a revamp? I wondered.
After completing a few errands, I finally headed home via Moorgate around 3pm on foot. The blustery wind which brought us hailstones early on had vanished like a magic, leaving the sky cloudless with the sun shining brightly. I walked long City Road northwards up to Bunhill Field Burial Ground and turned into the cemetery.


Urban noise was muffled as soon as I was under the canopy of mature trees. Yellowing fallen leaves carpeted the ground made a beautiful contrast with the greenness of the moss tinting old headstones…


The colours were intensified by the dampness brought on by the earlier rain. Then, I heard the sound of soft rustling leaves. How come? There was no breeze…


It was a squirrel, showing itself up between the headstones!


While I stood there by the fence which divided the pavement and burial ground, with my breath held so I wouldn’t scare this adorable intruder away, the squirrel strutted along the base of headstone and looked up squarely. I could hear his/her imaginary voice, a little squeaky ‘Hello there!’…


The squirrel seemed to have no fear of human. With its bushy tail wagging, it scurried towards me in a typical squirrel like way which resembled a stop motion animation…


‘Did you bring any nut for me?’
Oh no, the only edible things in my bag were cough drops I bought at Holland & Barrett. The squirrel must have been used to be fed by the cemetery visitors.  ‘I am very sorry but I have nothing for you today’, I walked away from the fence quickly, feeling guilty for disappointing the squirrel.
Next time, I shall bring nuts with me so squirrels can store up their food bank for the winter…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

10 thoughts on “A Squirrel @ Bunhill Cemetery

  1. I really like the cemetery photos very much. I like old cemeteries and I wish I’d have known about this one when I used to work on City Road. I’d have definitely gone for a wander.

    • It’s a little oasis in the city. And so many squirrels! They are absolutely everywhere. I imagine nobody disturbs them and feed them at lunchtime. My Binnie hates the place though. He seems to be very spooked. Maybe he sees or senses somthing I don’t see… (^-^;)

  2. Lovely pictures of the cemetery, all those colored leaves look so beautiful. Your little squirrel was so cute. It reminds me that I need to go to the nearby park with a bag of nuts to feed all the ones there.

    • It’s an oasis in the city for not only wildlife but also human. How much noise the trees absorb and filter is a wonder. So you have friendly squirrels in your neighbourhood too? They are pretty bold when nuts are involved, aren’t they? 😊 X

    • I know! City of London is a kind of place I feel obliged to walk faster than usual. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. Even though it is a little too chilly for a leisurely lunch break in the cemetery right now, I’m thinking about visiting there again soon with nuts for squirrels. 😉 x

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