I went for my first grave yard wander today......looking for a relative, my Dad's brother who was buried in 1952, a victim of the Harrow train crash.
I drove in through the gates and followed the road to the red gravelly section that had arrowed parking signs implanted at measured points throughout the lane/road/highway to heaven. Leaving the car and looking at the grave stones I thought this would be easy, couple of hundred grave stones, couple of days work walking round till I found my relative......then I looked round behind me......there was hundreds of them. I realised then that it wasn't going to be easy.........so I gave up looking and just went for a wander.
To think that every one of them was alive just like you and me ....they had good days and bad days...likes and dislikes....fantastic lifes and if we delve a little deeper, hard hard lifes.
I thought, right John (the guy I was looking for).....I'll clear my mind and you like the Olympic Flame will no doubt lead me in some pyschic way in the general direction to your last place of abode. Of I went in search ......the weird feeling I kept having was.............sometimes in films you see the dead hanging about their graves.....well, every so often, I had to keep looking behind me just incase someone was creeping up.........turned out that John's grave was way behind me and I mean way

I like grave yards......but they are scary
