Many Japanese people are going to a cemetery - e.g.Takino/Suzuran/Hiragishi - and cleaning the family grave, praying and putting flowers.
Remembering the dead.
In England we don't have a festival like this. Families visit graves when they want to. Maybe the anniversary of the death, or another important day within that family.
Or: we don't visit a grave at all!
About 75% in the Uk are cremated. The body is burned and the remains/ashes are placed in the ground under a memorial stone/tree/flower. Maybe this is in a churchyard, or a cemetery. Or maybe it is on private ground....water....the sea...
Boat companies even have special tours for families to join and scatter ashes. on a river or at sea. In the Uk the remains really are just ashes - the body is burned until there are no bones remaining.
I scattered their ashes on the ground under this tree. One time alone, and one time with family members.
It is private land. An old fruit tree in their garden. In their wills they asked to be scattered "at home". So after the funeral the funeral company gave me boxes of their ashes (they died one year apart), and I dug a 1 meter area for about 10 cm down.
Then I scattered the ashes over the 1 meter area and covered/mixed them with earth.
My dad died first, one year later I went back with his wife's ashes. The ground was a little greyer than the surrounding area...but nobody would know there was anything different about that place.
That statue? It's a dog! Not pig...or bear! My father made it out of stone, in his community center classes. I left it there for a year after he died. Then after his wife died and the house/land returned to its owners, I brought the statue back to Japan.
Now it is in my garden in Hiragishi.
Next month on my UK trip I will go back to this house. But another family live there now. I will walk on a footpath near the house and look at the fruit tree from 10 me away and say "Hi, Dad and Jane". That is all. Probably cry a little. Then walk on and enjoy the familiar countryside.
We didn't ask the landowner permission to scatter. But I guess he knew we did. There is no grave stone. No mark. Only my family know the place.
My late mother, and her husband are in their garden too!
I don't need a grave to visit. I have my parents and step-parents in my heart and memories. And the stone dog is outside my front door....