We do love an old graveyard and if it has an old ruined church, well it just gets even better, we mooched about looking, talking and being amazed at the age of some the plaques built into the walls. Then we found this strange grave and the stairs down.
At this point for anyone who has read the ghost stories written by M.R.James the imagination gradually begins to ease into overdrive and your senses sharpen. Fortunately for us it was a sunny day with no wind moaning through the empty church windows or through the yew and beech trees so we were able to walk out through the gate without whistling to ourselves. Obviously we headed straight off to the pub for lunch.
The Boss thinks we'd best lock the doors and windows before we go to bed tonight, you don't know who or what is watching.
Ok, the two Jack Russell's can sleep in the bedroom too.