Although I have been an aficionado of ghost stories and horror films  for most of my life my fascination with graveyards really began in 1979 when I moved into a basement flat abutting Brighton's  Woodvale Cemetery. Having no garden of my own it became my garden;  somewhere to go to read, listen to the birds and generally relax. I gradually became fascinated by the Victorian tombs and gravestones  all around me and took my first tentative 35mm photographs and learnt a little of its history. Eventually I  discovered James Stevens Curl's superb book "The Victorian Celebration of Death"  and, most importantly, was introduced to the photographic work of Sir Simon Marsden who made me realise that graveyard photographs could be works of art as well as records of some of our most endangered examples of Victorian (and  earlier ) sculptural  and architectural master pieces.  Since then I have visited graveyards all over the country and present here some of my images of this disappearing world blighted by both official and unofficial vandalism and the ravages of time. Today, although I have a garden of my own  the main bedroom of my house still overlooks the self-same cemetery.