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 great care as you walk into the North Glebe. The gravel track is being extended so various large machines will be in use.
At this time of year, all garden centres have multicoloured primulas for sale. PLEASE DO NOT plant them at Barton.
They are not wildflowers so will be removed.
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. 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 knowledge in a monthly bulletin. A copy will also be displayed on the Lodge noticeboard at Barton.
Here is March
March - came and went like a lamb with wet blowy bits in between
Throughout the month of Hlyda (Saxon reference to the loud winds of March) changes were afoot as we welcomed in the Spring. The trees had a greenish glow about them with many coming
into full leaf, noticeably the willows, hazels and whitethorns. The oaks and hornbeams however, stubbornly held on to last year’s dead leaves. Blossoms abounded on the blackthorns (no
leaves yet) and also on the crab apples and neighbouring poplars.
Amongst the glades there were glorious stands of daffodils and amazingly, carpeted with small cowslips. They were probably self-seeded from plants originally planted at gravesides. They
had also colonised the north-west fence line in the North Glebe where I counted 33 flowering clumps.
There was a ‘changing of the guard’ amongst the birds too. The overwintering redwings had disappeared and field fares dwindled from 56 at the start to none by the end of the month.
A half-hearted singing chiffchaff was our first Spring migrant. It was a welcome return too for our yellowhammers and 4 were performing their ‘little bit of bread please’ songs amidst
8 singing robins, 4 chaffinches and 4 dunnocks together with smaller numbers of wrens, great tits, blue tits and the melodious song thrush. There were also 9 territory holding blackbirds.
2 strikingly coloured brimstone butterflies had just emerged from their winter hibernation and were fluttering along the edges of the tree lines in the South Glebe. The North Glebe welcomed
back its Skylarks and there were 4 birds singing high overhead. They used to nest in the South Glebe until the trees grew too tall but our overwintering kestrel was scanning the ground
from a tree perch.
Pride of place though must go to the first red kite I have seen at Barton Glebe. It quartered the ground, twisting and turning with manoeuvrable wings and flexible tail. I remained still
for about 15 minutes and it came within 10 yards of me. Seeing such an iconic bird so close up was a special thrill.