Adventures without trying

Veronica and I were walking in a cemetery looking for local names when I pointed out a gravestone – I know I should not have touched it, I should not have gently outlined the date which was 1910.  It was not my fault that the top fell off the grave and landed on my foot; it was very old.

After this experience I was sorely tempted to ring the bell in the church but Veronica would not let me.

Still laughing  ……and then there was the dog that recognised me.