So, we take off from Cardiff, Wales, and drove to Minstead, Somerset, England. We were staying with Andy and Val Needs, and Andy loaned us a GPS travel unit. We needed the unit because Minstead is not a big village or city.

Once again, one has to hunt for directions to the grave. My child found a pamflet in the church, and it gave Sherlockian instructions. One has to find an oak tree, twice struck by lightening, at the far end of the grave yard.
We did in fact find the grave under aforementioned oak tree, and a plain wooden bench is the only thing to make this grave stand out.
I will admit that I was very excited by the entire adventure. I took my fotos, and I simply enjoyed the surroundings. Doyle did not channel me, and nor did his wife, she is buried with him. This is Doyle's second burial spot, and no, he never was buried standing up.
It was a great day, and it was Father's Day. I got to spend with someone that I love very much, doing something that I love very much. My child, Josalyn, helped make it a very special day in an absolutely quaint village. Also, it was good beer at the pub.
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