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A Country Kids Post: The Graveyard Seekers

Little T loves skeletons, Monster High Dolls, Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas and the Corpse’s Bride and her current favourite book is Goth Girl.  She also happens to love graveyards. She likes visiting them and walking around and trying to read their names.  When I tell her that it’s time to walk hDoc, she will always say “Can we go through the graveyard mum?”  I always sigh and give in.  This time though to make it somehow a little bit more fun, I told her to look for the oldest gravestone she could find.

First, she spied the tulips and wanted to smell the flowers.

The she found this lovely stone sculpture on one of the graves.

She looked around.

And around.

Then we found this 1786 headstone.  I actually know that there are older graves than this one, inside Forrarbury church which some parts of it dates back to the Norman times.  But I didn’t want to mention this to T.  I wanted to walk the dog and go home. so mum stayed mum.

To be fair though, I do like graveyards too, especially here in England, they are so interesting, just don’t ask me to explore it at night.

What about you?

Do you like them too, or do you find them too grim?

Do share.

Little T & Doc explore Forrabury

Little T is on her two-week Easter break.

The first three days,

they went on a city-break.

She loved staying in the hotel.

“I want to live in a hotel forever!”  Says little T.

The next day, they went back home to their sleepy little village by the sea.

On the first day,

she finally convinced her mum to allow her to use the nail polish her best friend F gave her last Christmas.

So she painted her finger and toe-nails different colours: pink, red, blue and brown.

On the second day,

she painted some pictures.

“Here you go mummy!  More pictures for you to hang on our kitchen wall!”

On the third day,

she was bored.

Luckily for her,

it was another lovely sunshiny day.

As usual, her dad was busy doing his work upstairs

and her mum was busy with chores.

On impulse, she decided that she wanted to go out with her dog.

“Quick Doc, the sun is out.  It’s time for another adventure!”

Even before Doc could woof back, little T was out the door.

“Woof!  Wait for me!”

Little T was quick, and Doc panted behind her.

By the time he got to her, she was already opening the gate of Forrabury church.

“Woof, you were fast!  What are we going to do here?”

Asked Doc still panting beside her.

“That’s because you’re too slow, Doc!”  T winked at her dog.

“Now who are you calling slow?”  Doc called behind him as little T tried to keep up with her not-so-little doggie.

“I was just teasing you, you know” says T as she manages to finally keep up with him.

“Well, c’mon now Doc, quit sniffing and follow me!”  She says stomping ahead of him once again.

This time, Doc was fast and ran way ahead of her.

“C’mon Little T, you’re too slow now”.

“But I’m tired” whinged T.

“And I’m feeling hot now” she says taking off her jumper.

“I’m going back to the church!”

Doc trails behind trying ever so hard to carry her jumper for her.

But as they reached the door of the church, little T turned to Doc and said …

“I’m sorry Doc.  You’ll have to stay by the door, no dogs allowed”.

Doc sighed and gave in without an argument.

The truth was he too, was actually feeling really tired.

So he waited patiently for little T by the door.

As they left the church, Doc turned to T and asked …

“What did you do in there?”

Little T smiled and said “I prayed for you Doc!”

Doc wasn’t sure what that meant,

but he said Woof!  Thank you T.

You’re most welcome Doc.

A Story of a Grave

Years ago when we first moved to our little village by the sea, we spent a lot of our free time taking long walks along the coast, the valley and the woods.  It was during one of those walks when I first noticed this desolate looking grave that was obviously buried outside the graveyard, but still near Minster Church.

I became even more intrigued when I read what was written on the headstone.

Joan Wytte

Born 1775

Died 1813 in Bodmin Jail

No longer abused.

Abused?  Was she a victim of a ghastly crime which happened long ago?  I couldn’t wait to go home and do a bit of sleuthing on-line and google did not disappoint.  After typing in her name, I learned that she was a witch, also known as the Fighting Fairy Woman.  During her time everyone knew her as a clairvoyant, a diviner and a healer.  However, she developed a tooth abscess which probably was the reason why she became so bad-tempered later in life and would shout and pick fights with incredible strength (as reported), which led people to believe that she was possessed by the devil.  She was later imprisoned not because of sorcery, but because of public brawling and died of pneumonia  at age 38 in Bodmin jail.

Apparently, over the years her bones were disinterred and used in seances and other pranks, before being displayed at the Witchcraft museum in our little village.  Not only was she persecuted through life, but even in death, she was ridiculed as visitors gaped at her and stared at her bones through the window display of the museum.

In the late 80s, the then curator decided to have her bones laid to rest, especially since they were experiencing some “disturbances” in the museum.  After almost two hundred years, she was finally at peace … no longer abused.

Not on consecrated grounds though –  see that fence?  She’s buried just outside the boundaries of the church’s grounds, into the woods.

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory.

Hope everyone has a lovely week ahead of them!