A sad story....

"My Bunny"

Monday May 3rd 2010

Now you may be thinking that how can this be a sad story when the 1st photo in this blog is Mrs Shiltonpig pointing to a road sign of a village called Bunny. But seriously how can any self respecting person live in a place called Bunny? It just deserves to be made fun of...especially as it is a very pretty village....just imagine what goes on here at Easter? Anyway we were on our way back from Nottingham chasing a new icon for our geocaching page (sad I know, but I bet were not the only ones out there that do it) and heading to the village of Rempstone.

Big black evil cloud

We were going for our 1st virtual caches, this is one where there is no cache to find, but an interesting site instead and you have to answer a question to prove that you were there. We parked the car and the rain gods were out in force...and if you don't believe us, we took a photo the most evil black cloud anyone has ever seen on the face of the planet. We walked through a field, that looked like no one had walked through for like 250 years...as we carried on for about 0.27 miles (don't you just love GPSr's) we turned the corner and in the middle of a field (and an overgrown field it was too) there were 20 headstones lying abandoned in a field.

Graves abandoned in a field

The story goes that the original village Rempstone was actually based at this location. It was quite a place in its day...it had a moated manor house, and of course St Peters church where 950 people had been buried in the last 200 years of its existence. One of the graves was from a prominent reverend who dies at age 82 in 1748. Shortly after this time, we are unclear about what happened, but the original church was used for pieces in the new church built in 1773. The moated manor house is now gone and lies underneath a fishing pond of all places. The poor old reverend has had his grave opened, and I'm sure if you really wanted to you,

Poor old Reverend

you could look inside. It just seems sad that this is a country where we are proud of our history, and yet for some reason this small village has been left behind and all these people, aren't even on a proper burial site anymore. If you haven't been to this cache yet, you should make a trip and see for yourself what we mean. Of course we would have liked to have stayed a bit longer but that massive cloud we mentioned earlier, had us reaching for cover and we hid while it rained the big fat blobby kind of rain. Josh decided he wanted to play with the camera and so Mr Shiltonpig took a photo of him, to try and teach him....

"Osh"

This was the result...and all he could say was "Osh" and he likes to call himself. Makes you think that our town or village might not be here in 250 years and some person might come across our gravestone and wonder what life was like. A deep thought to leave you with while you eat your chinese takeway or whatever it is you are eating right now....cache of the day for us!