First up: William Blake. Yes, the poet and artist who saw angels in trees. He’s buried here, probably still composing epic poems about tigers.
Then there’s John Bunyan. He wrote The Pilgrim’s Progress. That book is so epic, people still name their bands after it. He’s the headliner of the whole place.
And Daniel Defoe! The guy who wrote Robinson Crusoe. He’s chilling right next to Blake. Imagine the dinner parties they’re having underground.
But wait—the quirkiest tomb belongs to Thomas Newcomen? Nope. It’s the one for Susannah Wesley. She had 19 kids. She’s the mother of Methodism. Her grave is basically a monument to caffeine addiction.
The Weirdest Detail: The Name!
Why is it called “Bunhill Fields”? It’s not because of a guy named Bun. It comes from “Bone Hill”. Seriously. In the Middle Ages, this place was used for dumping bones from St. Paul’s Cathedral.
They carted all those bones here. Just piled them up. So the ground is literally made of old cathedral skeletons. That’s punk rock, right?
Later, during the Great Plague, they buried thousands more. The soil is so full of history, you could dig up a button from 1665. No pressure on your lunch picnic.
Bunhill Fields Burial Ground – Sight – London
