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Sure this has been discussed before but just got a letter through the post about redevelopment of the cemetary. I live on Underhill road and look out to the trees round the perimeter of the cemetary so am a little bit worried by what the letter describes as "some vegetation clearance" to gain access to the site? I sincerely hope they are not using the same supposed tree surgeons who butcher the trees locally


Having also read the redevelopment plan somehow they have justified the removal of old trees by saying they are too old and overgrown?? I am not sure what they expect, it is a natural, old and beautiful bit of woodland in their mind they expect a coppiced and orderly wood and seem prepared to remove trees to achieve this on the pretence of health a safety no doubt ....


Can we have reassurances from the council that the view from Underhill road will remain woodland and won't be thinned or removed by over zealous people with chainsaws.


Thanks

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The same politicians without imagination in Camberwell Old Cemetery are taking down the last trees on Camberwell Green: The Orchard.

This is not a neighbourhood specific problem this is borough wide. It isn't just East Dulwich. So please do say STOP. Stop in Cemeteries and stop everywhere there's remnant open space, "wild" spaces, trees. There are so many new ideas for remembering the dead with plaques on trees and benches. Please vote in the next election for new ideas about global warming and water and solar energy. This isn't new age weird this is modern careful detail now.

Can a local historian help me trace the grave of a distant relative, listed as having died in 1858 and buried at All Souls Churchyard, Camberwell, London.


The Churchyard maybe otherwise previously known as All Souls Newington, also as Grovsner Park and also possibly sometime later, (before it's reversion to All Souls, Camberwell) as St. Michaels, Camberwell.


Thankyou


Pipsky

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We live on Ryedale and there's a lot of digging going on at the back of our house..with stacks of bricks around too. Rumours of what's going on span the rebuilding of some stone walls (which are the council's property??), to an access road being levelled that will come out next to the Mansions on Underhill Road.


None of us have had any info from the council so if anyone knows what is definitely going on please do tell?


A couple of our neighbours have homes for sale - so questions must be being asked by potential buyers :)

The old wall that was built in 1865 and never been maintained was unsafe. A section has been taken down and rebuilt with a stronger core structure. The original bricks have been cleaned and will (I've been told) be used as the outer skin of the wall so it matches the original wall. No more trees are coming down and no access road. I've been told they will be replacing shrubs etc.

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