My mother-in-law came prepared with details on where some ancestors were buried here in England. So we thoroughly enjoyed going to Glooston, and Hallaton to find a few of the names on her list. It was really surreal finding these old crooked graves of ancestors, entwined in trees, covered in moss, and barely legible.
After this, we (by we I mean everyone but Hazel) enjoyed a traditional roast dinner at the Rushbrooke Arms.
