The lady in the cemetery office was great. She passed us a great big book with handwritten entries that enabled us to find the burial site. Once I'd done this she marked its position on the map. Simples!
Now I reckoned that a headstone that was forty years old would be really grubby. I wasn't wrong. It's a good job that we went armed with cleaning materials. I wasn't sure what would do the trick. After all you don't clean graves everyday. So I took a selection. Bleach spray, cream cleaner, scourers, soft cloths and a toothbrush to get into those crevices. It was a job that took a couple of hours over three visits. My brother helped us on the last occasion. No pressure washer just a lot of elbow grease.
I wish I'd taken before and after shots but the grave of George next door on the right gives some idea of what our handiwork achieved. We wanted to add some horticultural interest but the local rabbits ate our pot plant before it even went in the ground. So, we'll come back with bulbs when it's the right time to plant them.
My Mum and Dad are really pleased with the job we've done. I wonder if my Nan and Grandad are happy too that we've had a tidy up. And I wonder if they appreciated their visit from their ageing grandchildren and lively great grandson!