Another churchyard...

... this time St Pierre du Bois, which is where I was ringing this evening. I used to live in a converted chapel just down the lane from here in a beautiful little valley called Douit d'Israel.

When I was in town this morning I remembered the men with a van who were poking around in the middle of the road yesterday evening and went to see if there was any evidence about what was going on. There wasn't anything to suggest they had been there at all. But maybe they were looking for a contraband stash of drink they had secreted away years ago. Just to the right of the photograph was the old bonded store. Back in the 60s and 70s when my office was behind where the scaffolding is, we used to hear the noise of barrels being rolled into and out of the bonded store. So maybe they stashed away a few barrels and hid them down among the gas and water pipes and electricity cables all those years ago and last night were going back to retrieve the last two barrels. Or maybe not. I suppose we'll never know...