We went looking for an old graveyard yesterday. It seemed like an Easterly thing to do. And there is the vaguest rumour of there being a graveyard, somewhere. Though it is supposedly one with fieldstone markers. So, think about that. Fieldstone markers, two hundred years old, covered with lichen and moss and grass.
Anyway, it's one of our diversions, every so often, to wonder where you would make a graveyard, way back then, and then to go and look for it. Without having the slightest expectation of stumbling upon it or recognizing it if we did. But never mind.