I don’t normally like to admit that I’m particularly lacking in an area, but in the case of my sense of direction it’s so blatantly obvious that I’m probably better off being up front about it.

Yesterday I had planned to visit Beryl to lay flowers at her grave. I’d been getting around to it for far too long, and after a rancid August and early September this felt like the right time to go.

Well aware of my predisposition to getting lost, I prepared the night before.  I had maps and directions aplenty, I’d read through them all.  I knew I was heading to Brierley Hill Cemetery first, then onto Bromsgrove to meet with friends for a rejuvenating cuppa.  Sorted.

The early stages were heartening. Radio 2 chimed in the background, Neil Diamond singing September Morn lifted me, another appalling result on Popmaster felled me, and then the M42….

Whose idea was it to split a motorway in two different directions?  I was flummoxed, I chose West and drove on, then wavered, chose North, turned around and very nearly hit Coventry before I realised that I’d been right in the first place.  Eventually I made it through to Stourbridge, congratulating myself on a relatively easy trip.  Things got a little bit hairy when I took a left turn too early and nearly ended up in the canal, but minutes later I was outside the cemetery, stomach churning as I realised that this was a new experience for me.

The last time I’d been there was at Beryl’s funeral.  I’d taken the children, including a new born Immy, but I was pretty sure I could remember where her grave was.  As I drove through the gates something didn’t feel quite right. I wondered if I’d come in the back way, or missed a turn.  Slowly the shameful truth hit and I realised that I’d come to the wrong cemetery, and more to the point I had no idea where the right one was.

Emergency calls to my parents managed to track down the right place and I set back off, tracking my progress on iPhone maps, with two eyes mostly on the road. Suffice to say I made it, and I had a little chat, and it was just what I needed.

All I needed to do now was make it to Bromsgrove in one piece.  Amazingly I did this, with a very minor detour, and was only slightly crazed as I fell over the threshold of the very lovely Tara Cain‘s house and enjoyed an afternoon cackling, along with Jay and Moo’s mum, who I will not name whilst she still holds on to some small shred of anonymity 😉

All in all – a perfect day.

The Wrong Cemetery….
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11 thoughts on “The Wrong Cemetery….

  • September 21, 2010 at 1:52 pm

    I saw some of the tweets but couldn’t track back far enough to find out what had happened! So glad you managed to find the right place in the end! Fab to get together with other bloggers as well! Not quite A+ but ‘showing initiative to improve’!

  • September 21, 2010 at 2:06 pm


    Ever heard of sat nav? How the devil did you get to Muddling Along’s place then when we met up?

    Oh. That’s right. You had a NAVIGATOR with you. A human one. Goes by the name of Rachel I think…??!!

    LCM x

  • September 21, 2010 at 3:18 pm

    It’s a good job you actually turned out to be really rather lovely or I would have had to come on here and call you names like ‘chump’ or ‘muppet’.

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:46 am

    I would laugh, but I’ve done that already, and actually it sounds a bit stressful. Also, don’t all roads go in two directions? Or am I missing something? Anyway, glad you made it xxx

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:54 am

    I’m always trying to improve Julia! It’s a journey…. 😉

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:55 am

    We also had human intervention in the form of a woman stood by a five bar gate….. we made it, that was the main thing! x

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:55 am

    I’m pretty rubbish even with sat nav half the time – my brain doesn’t understand the timings….

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:58 am

    …and that would just be rude, which you obviously are not x

  • September 22, 2010 at 9:59 am

    Well, yes…. but this one splits in half, one stretch goes west, the other north, so in effect it’s two different road…..so two different names would surely be in order? xxx

  • September 23, 2010 at 12:01 pm

    Yeah, maybe. Some people are very fussy.

  • September 27, 2010 at 9:53 pm

    Ok I was still sniggering at this whole event right up until I saw that “Hearing Aid”, “Night Sweats”, “Massager” and “Getting Pregnant” were all SnapShot links when hovering over my name. Then I hovered over it again and it said “Steaks”; so I was happy and went back to sniggering.

    Love youuuuu! xxxxxx

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