I went to Highgate Cemetery. I love it there, muddy, overgrown and exotic, a real delight in the middle of a major city. Well, North London. Vampires? Who knows. They used to say so. Karl Marx is here, with many others. I used to live nearby and was in town for a visit so had to pop in (and pay the four quid fee) to have a mooch and a sketch among the graves.