The cemetery is located on Long Lane, a busy road in the middle of a very uninspiring industrial park. If Brian's spirit is anywhere, I venture a guess that it is flitting around Barcelona or Mayfair, anywhere other than this place which seems to be a very good representative of the dreary suburbia that he hated in life. As far as I can see, the only upside would be the rich pickings for rough trade in the run-down estates beyond the industrial park. But that is only an upside for Brian, not for me.
Alas, as I've recounted elsewhere, I found the gates locked! And so I stood there pining, separated by only a hundred yards, and forty-one years, and death. In my more philosophical moods, I think that the hundred yards were the least of my problems.
A close up.
It was as close as I could get...
I did go into the Christian cemetery next door, where I took a picture of this map of the whole complex. If only I had been more perceptive, I would have noticed that it includes a number one can call for enquiries! File this one under "stupid, why am I so?" Anyway, now the number is available for others to make use of.
A close up of the sign. Note that it shows a back entrance to the Jewish cemetery. This is, as far as I can tell, not accurate. Not unless you count the stretch of wall that a tree fell on.