Highgate Cemetery in north London doesn’t have vampires any more, as they used to say in the 70s. They all have book deals and movie options now. This cemetery is a real gem though, a place to come and mooch about muddy overgrown paths strewn with old, vine-covered and often world-famous gravestones. I just had to come back here, for some quiet sketching; not been in for years, though I used to live minutes away. Afterwards, I climbed up to Highgate Village to draw an old favourite pub of mine, the Angel Inn, while sat on a traffic island as the light grew dim. I popped in for a pint when I was done.
by Pete Scully.