Great-grandfather

We slept the night at Jilly's and after breakfasting we ambled up the road to St Sepulchre's Cemetery, as I had a notion that one of my great-grandfathers had spent his declining years in north Oxford so might have been buried here. Apparently St S's has only recently been rescued by volunteers from terrible neglect and an invasion of brambles. I had almost got to the rear wall of the cemetery where the brambles had still not been cleared, when I saw him - hurray! I pulled off some ivy and nipped away at the brambles with some tiny scissors that I'd acquired from a Christmas cracker. The gravestone says that his wife Ann was interred elsewhere, but we should be able to find her as well now.

It was good to catch up with you, dear great-grandfather William.