After visiting my final church, Leeds Minster, I read an interesting fact:
The park across the road used to be a graveyard. This graveyard eventually became so full that grave diggers would dig up bodies, smash the bones and re-bury them with new coffins. But when it rained, the earth would wash away and expose the shattered bones. This upset the people, and so they were then moved to the crypt in St George's Church.
I found this funny because St George's was the first church I visited, making my journey seem cyclical. I want to show this story somehow in my book, either through a double page spread illustration as seen above or maybe as a continuous drawing in a concertina that also incorporates the other church drawings in between.
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