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Monday, August 18, 2025
Holywell Cemetery
This small cemetery in central Oxford is a short walk from the hotel where I stayed for a few days before the Merton program started. The entrance is set back from the street, and the sign is so inconspicuous that it's easy to walk past—and I have—without noticing it. I happened to be reading a mystery set in Oxford where the characters met here, and one of them said she'd never realized the cemetery was there.
I was curious, so I looked it up on the map and was surprised to see that it was just up the street from where I was sitting.
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