Readers will know that I am deeply enamoured of Tower Hamlets Cemetery – the last of the local wildernesses, with layer upon layer of east end history lost in an overgrown jungle.   They are trying to clear it up now, make open spaces for people to sit and play like any other municipal park, but there is a big risk that it will lose its mystery.   Of course, I know why they are doing it.   It will be safer.   The wildflowers will be documented.   It will be tamed.   But there will be a corresponding loss of wildness, of nature rampant, of imaginative fecundity:-