A few days ago, I stood in the graveyard of an 1100 year old church, getting damper and damper in the drizzling rain.
A woman walked into the graveyard, waved, said hello, and, as we had previously arranged, handed me a paper bag full of human bones.
The life of a churchwarden is a strange one...
Jan 23, 2026 11:44I once was having an ice cream after work on a very hot day when my colleague* took a phone call: "you found what? baby bones? (...) no no put them in a box (...) did you called the rabbi?"
*curator of l'inventaire du patrimoine, supervising archeological works in an ancient jewish cemetery
(the baby bones were placed in a box and regained the cemetery after the digging was done and the rabbi blessed them)
Really interesting how the past can continue to creep into our modern world
