Let us see what comes from: the tombstone.
Woke up to sunshine, which was nice. It was raining again less than two hours later, which was less nice.
Currently seriously considering skipping the market this Saturday, as the weather has quite effectively pressed pause on our strawberries. Also, the crowds are always significantly smaller on rainy market days, which is what the forecast is currently calling for.
This has been a very poor start to June, but I'm hopeful that it will pick up soon.
The two men moved slowly through the graveyard, the taller one leading the way while muttering constantly. Following close behind, the second man appeared to be trying to look in every direction at once.
"I don't see why they don't just put them all in alphabetical order," the tall one said after inspecting yet another tombstone.
"Ah, well," his partner said, "that's not really how these places work, exactly. It's more li-"
"Or, you know, maybe they could at least provide a bloody map!"
"Well, if we were to come during the day, while it's actually open to the public, I'm sure they'd be happy to provide one."
"Don't be a fool, Irving." The first man had stopped and turned to face the second. "We obviously would not be able to do what we need to do while there are watching eyes about."
"Yes, or course, Gerald. It's just th-"
"This is taking too much time," Gerald announced after consulting his watch. "We're going to have to split up."
"Ah, I don't think that's quite nec-"
"You go that way. Whistle twice if you find the tombstone, and I'll do the same. Good luck!"
This last was said over his shoulder as Gerald strode off in the direction opposite to the one he'd instructed Irving to take. His partner stood motionless for some time, flashlight held in a hand that was growing ever more tremulous. At length, after one last look around, he moved to follow his orders.