Springwood Crematorium

We released 13 white doves at Spingwood Crematorium Liverpool in memory of Terri Kitty Gorst aged 13. The cemetary was so peaceful and the surrounds were beautiful, it was the nicest cematary we have ever been asked to release our doves.

It’s hard to compliment a graveyard without sounding like a commiserable goth, a member of the WI or a mental case. Nevertheless, Springwood cemetery is a lovely place to let your carcass rot into eternity, mainly because it’s so large, big enough to necessitate a trio of chapels. It’s the closest thing this city has to those vast European places with a thick forest of headstones and complex stone memorials, most of them standing above incredibly famous corpses.
Springwood is a lush, organised cemetery that is pleasant to walk around, but if you’re out for a stroll there’s much less morbid places nearby that you could just go to instead. Otherwise there’s a danger you’ll glance a funny name on a tombstone and giggle in front of a funeral. And that’s just awkward.