OK, I admit it. I like graveyards! Whether disused and turned into a pleasant place to enjoy some early autumn sunshine (like St George’s Gardens here), or still active, with a mix of old and new graves.

They’re often havens of peace, even in the middle of a busy city like London, and whether tended by gardeners or not, are usually home to many plants and animals.

And then there are the inscriptions. Affectionate memorials to departed loved ones, or sometimes just very simple with a name, dates and perhaps a verse of Scripture. All serve as helpful reminders of our mortality and indeed of the unpredictability of life. Rarely will we know the people whose burial spot is being marked - a humbling reminder of the fact that almost all of us will for ever be anonymous to virtually all of the world’s population.

How good to know that even if no-one else knows us, we are known by God and precious to Him.