From the cells

Working in a prison cell today has given me a real insight into the life of lord william beauchamp nevill and his time in various prisons at the turn of the century Md during the 1920s.

The space its self very quickly becomes almost part of you. You feel the safety of the four walls as well as the claustrophobia.  The walls are there to define you. You are a prisoner. Kept apart from the world but also to keep the world away from you.

It is quiet bar the sound of the water pipes and the muted sound of voices. I can hear people but not what they are saying. It adds to the sense of isolation. It leaves you wondering whether they will come to you or will you be left. A reminder of that fact the world continues without you.
You have stepped away from home and society. It will continue to change with out you as you will. When the two come back together, home and self, both will be different. 

after a summer of continuing the search for the final resting place of Lord William Beauchamp Nevill, I had some success at locating family members on his wife's side. there were a number of Murrieta graves at St Mary's catholic cemetery in London. I had made numerous trips here and been told there was no one by that name interred here. it transpires a middle word such as De (as in De Murrieta ) will not show any results.

A lesson in persevering and not being afraid to go over old ground when it comes to research