Not many people can say that they have eaten a bacon sandwich in their own grave
Village Elder , grandson of the village gravedigger and general fix it man, Islwyn, is one person that can.
I won't go into the tale of why and when, for it is not for me to really do so
but the fact that he did, has always tickled me pink.
Islwyn is responsible for the beautiful state of the New Graveyard in Trelawnyd.
With minimal assistance he beavered away for hour after hour, year after year ,
in all kinds of dreadful weather, until proper paths were laid, walls rebuilt and borders set out.
It has been a true labour of love.
I saw him today as I was weeding bosoms. He had popped into the Churchyard to complete
a small task, and stopped for a chat and to greet the dogs who all galloped over to
He is one of a small team of locals that is kindly looking after the animals when I am away in Stockholm .
Not a bad place to be buried
Grass like a billiard table
Finally , I need to thank Ivor & Carys Davies from nearby Abergele,
apparently they have followed Going Gently for a while now
They emailed me last night offering me 6 ex battery hens
from their next batch
I emailed back asking them " how much?"
And was told
They were a gift