It was a gruesome jigsaw
It is a stretched-out sort of village and there are three cemeteries. We tried all three. It was a wet August day and we had little success in finding her grave. We walked in an aimless fashion around the remaining graves next to a chapel that had recently been converted to a nursery. And then we met him, a nice old gentleman maintaining the fences. He knew the story and, although he was initially reluctant, he opened up.