This is more about the story than the photograph of an old rusty trowel, a church graveyard, but what was I up to. Would I be accused of body snatching in broad daylight, was I attending an unknown grave or was I up to no good in the undergrowth.
Well on Sunday I was trying to retrieve a very small magnetic geocache, the size of my fingernail. It was right on the limit of my reach on the outside of the churchyard but I only managed to knock the item over a fence and into the undergrowth of the churchyard. I forgot all my religious teachings as the air was filled with naughty words like "Flip, jigger and blow".
I had to go round to the churchyard and fumble around the weeds for this magnetic cache, a few slugs and thorns later I gave up and decided to order a new item to replace the lost item. Reaching home I placed an order for a new magnetic cache and informed the owner of my error.
Well this morning 3 little magnets arrived so off I went to put one of them out, but I also had an idea of using this old trowel to rub over the surface of the graveyard to see if I could locate the lost one. I was on my hands and knees among the weeds waving my trowel around when a gentleman appeared over the railings and said, "So you're doing what can I ask", I had to tell him the full story. As he left I looked down and spotted the lost magnet so after signing the log sheet I tried to replace it back where it belonged, yes I dropped it again but at least I could see it.
Moral of this story, please DO NOT place geocaches where vertically challenged old pensioners can't reach. Secondly, don't wave old digging implements around a graveyard without a good explanation.
@gijsje Well I kept myself in public view and no roaming through woods. If I had a heart attack I would be in the right place to save my family time (Wink)
Weren't you supposed to take care of yourself? You have an operation next week...
Or, you were looking for the grave stone of a long lost relative.
:-)