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The Burial Ground is located on Comberton Road, Barton (the B1046) between the villages of Barton and Comberton to the west of Cambridge

5 mins from junction 12 of the M11

Nearest postcode CB23 7BN

Signposted from the A603 Cambridge to Sandy road. Cycle racks available

Click here for a map or phone 01223 303874 with any questions or for help with funeral arrangements

Two glades in the North Glebe, Hornbeam and Aspen, are now in use for all new burials. To help find a grave there are plans with names and plot numbers in the left hand Lodge noticeboard

Please take care as you walk into the North Glebe because it is very wet and slippy. More wood/bark chippings will be scattered soon

 

Woodland burial is a centuries-old practice which is justifiably enjoying a great revival. As people become more aware not only of their responsibility to the environment but also of their ability to choose where their ultimate resting place will be, more and more are turning to woodland burial, where their impact on the environment is less than that of cremation, and where they know they will rest in an increasingly beautiful, natural setting which their family and friends may return to with pleasure as the years pass.

The idea that we can create a living memorial by encouraging new woodlands, and in so doing we can leave something that will be enjoyed by our great grandchildren, is considerably more appealing than opting for the often very impersonal, crowded environment of more traditional cemeteries, with serried ranks of graves and headstones.

The Arbory Trust was the first Christian charity to offer woodland burial. Throughout the centuries the Christian church has offered care and comfort to the dying and bereaved. We feel that this caring and experience, built up over the centuries, should be available to all whether they are buried in a churchyard, crematorium or woodland. We warmly welcome everyone, regardless of race, religion, geographical or theological boundary, and you are assured of a warm, caring service at all times from our well-trained staff.

Trustee Dr Gareth Thomas will be sharing his expert bird knowledge in a monthly bulletin. Here is January's 'Gareth in the Glebe'

Mid-January, with minus temperatures and clinging dampness threatens to depress oneís spirits. The trees are dormant, the deciduous ones are showing just their bare outlines, but the oaks and hornbeams are holding on to their redundant brown leaves well into winter. The only tree greenery seems to be the Scotís pines, isolated holly and yew bushes and big patches of brambles. The summer migrant birds are long gone and our breeding willow warblers and whitethroats are sunning themselves in the Med or Africa now. Even our resident yellow hammers seem to have deserted us to forage the surrounding arable fields.

These absences are compensated for by the influx of noisy winter thrushes - fieldfares and redwings- which have migrated from their Scandinavian and Eastern European breeding areas. When they arrived in the autumn they stripped the berries from the hawthorn in our eastern boundary hedges. Now they are feeding on the remaining berries of the small trees in our Glebes. Their numbers seem a little lower this year. There have been over 100 (at peak) of each species previously. Wrens, robins and blackbirds caught my eye in the brambles and there were small numbers of goldfinches feeding amongst the chicory in the North Glebe. Parties of blue and great tits were working the hedges for invertebrate morsels and there was a family party of long-tailed tits. They are such delightful birds when seen in the open. However, they all had to dive for cover when a sparrow hawk came round the hedge like a banking spitfire!

As I took off my boots and looked back I thought, in another few months the panorama will be quite unrecognisable. The green vegetation will return, the trees will regain their leaves, and the songbirds will again be in full voice.