Through the Looking Glass to Lewis Caroll

"The white cat had nothing to do with it." It was Hugo's doing entirely. It was him who showed me the statue of "Alice through the looking Glass" in a remote corner of the park in Guildford.



The statue prompted me to a riddle in my traveling book that said: "Lewis Caroll's grave is located on the cemetary on the mount". Apparently Lewis Caroll had been living and preaching in this small city in England where he had build a house for, and lived with, his six sisters utnil he passed away peacefully in 1898.

Our curiousity was tickled, and we sat out on a quest to find Lewis Caroll's grave.

Since we were near, we first made a side tour to the castle. It was surrounded with beautiful gardens, but the queen of hearts was not living there (anymore). The castle was build in the 13th century. Unlike many other castles it was never extended in later ages. It had one main hall where the local King lived, ate, and slept. Curiously the wardrobe was located behind the fire place. At least he had warm clothes during winter.



After visiting the castle, we set out for the tourist office for more clues on the whereabouts of Lewis Caroll. A polite lady pointed us to "The Mount" but still could not tell us where on the cemetary the grave would be located. She told us that the local museum might be able to resolve our quest further.

The young lady at the museum could not tell us anything. However, we did find an important clue inside the musuem. In a darkish room on the third floor, with the smell of oldishness all around, we found a dusty frame hanging beside the door. It was an old black-and-white picture with Lewis Caroll's grave. At least now we knew what to look for at the cemetery.

We continued our Journey to 'The Mount'. It turned out this was a street with a steep climb up a hill. On this hill we found the cemetry. The cemetary was complete desolated. We could feel the peacefulness of the dead all around. Our attention was drawn to a quaint little church.



Besides the curch lay a grave with flowers. It was the only grave with flowers and it fitted the picture we saw at the museum. We had reached our destination and finally had arrived at Lewis Caroll's grave.



It was neither Hugo nor my birthday and therefore we returned citywards for a little tea party and descended 'The Mount'.



On our way we saw Alice once more. She was laying in the grass near the river Wey. She was stirred by a white rabbit, who just at that moment jumped through a whole in the ground ...