At the beginning of the twentieth century, a psychiatric hospital was established in a former castle. For many patients at the time, there was little prospect of leaving. They remained there until their death.
The associated cemetery fell out of use and was transferred to the region’s landscape management organisation. In consultation with those involved, it was decided to let nature gradually reclaim it.
When I wrote this account, the cemetery was normally closed to visitors. Visits were possible around a few Catholic feast days. Those limited openings made it possible to photograph this quiet place.
The photographs show crosses among grass and trees. Some still stand; others have fallen. The stillness of the images does not call for a dramatic story about the people buried here. Their names and lives deserve more care than an urbex nickname suggests. I therefore leave it at the place as it was during my visit.
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