"I Know What You Did Last Autumn!"
Spent our second last day on the Europe tour grave robbing. Ok, grave hunting, but it felt like robbing, clambering about graveyards unearthing gravestones - some of which had fallen down into large cracks in the earth and had to be prised and lifted out to see if it was the grave we wanted. Didn't help that I'd just finished the latest Stephen King horror novel the night before - I was half expecting a bony hand to shoot up out of a crack and grab me as I pulled their headstone out. "hello Jim, we've been waiting for you...".

We were looking for Jeannie's grandmother's grave. We'd looked for it on our first leg in London on the day we caught the plane to Amsterdam and ran out of time. This time some online detective work narrowed down not just the cemetery, but the section of this huge sprawling cemetery (it even had it's own streets it was so big!), and the grave number. A train out, a cab ride into the cemetery ("you want to go where?") and we were there!

Not so easy! She died at 36 just after World War 2, and because of the times was buried in a poorly marked grave in an area now overgrown by blackberries and sixty years of growth. We were there for ages checking the backs of headstones to narrow the area down. I looked a treat by the end if it and got to meet a lot of dead people, or their headstones at least.

Found the spot but it was quite overgrown with blackberry and ivy.

On the way out checked at the cemetery office who said that section of the cemetery had multiple bodies in one plot, in fact jeannies grandmother shares her grave with at least five others.