I took a little stroll with the “Jack” this afternoon, to Hove cemetery North side, to pay my respects to a very dear friend. I went loaded with the camera for a reason “Not a morbid one”. Brighton and Hove cemetery’s carry bag’s of history and my interest lay’s with a certain man. I read a little bit about this man and where he was buried, that’s all I had to go on. As you are all aware burial grounds are huge, so it took me many attempts to find the plot.
The flint Chapel on the South side heading east, Hove cemetery.
A couple of visitors enjoying the view’s of Hove from the Chapel. The tower takes on a face like appearance, what do you think!
One of the Classical monuments in the cemetery.
This was the Grave that I was looking for. Martin Leonard Landfried.
What was you doing at 15 yrs of age! I don’t know where he was born ,but he was buried in Hove. When Martin Leonard Landfried was just a lad, he sounded The Charge! The Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava. You couldn’t imaging what was going on in his head or what he saw that day…
This lad made it through the battle at Balaclava and survived to serve, in the Indian Mutiny and retired as a Trumpet Major. Tennyson wrote, “into the valley of Death rode the six hundred“. A lovely piece of history on my doorstep. “God bless him”.
I shall add more to this blogg sometime.