Over the years - the decades - I have written reams on the subject of the English Cemetery in Malaga. About its origins and history, the beauty of its gardens and the aura of peace which surrounds visitors to it.
About the people buried there, some famous, some with quirky epitaphs, some heart-breaking, even now. About its deterioration, especially after the death of Marjorie Grice-Hutchinson, who loved it and supported it financially for many years. About the Foundation, set up in 2006 through the determination of Bruce McIntyre, who had to contend along the way with the bureaucracy of two countries. More recently, I have written about the work of the Foundation right up until last year when the pandemic put a stop to nearly every source of funding for which it had fought so hard. And then, when the cemetery was forced to close to the public during the week, I wrote about the outpouring of concern and support from everyone who knows it. Many, many individuals came forward to help, donating money or their time.
The past week has brought something new to write about. The support from the Fundación Unicaja shows that the message from the English Cemetery has reached every corner of Malaga, whose international community recognises it as being an integral, fascinating part of the 19th and 20th century history of a cosmopolitan city, open to the world: one which must be preserved for future generations to visit, enjoy, learn from – and of course, write about.