This was one of my favorite spots. When I was only about 7 years old, I would walk or ride my bike from my house on Barry Road and cut through what was open fields at the time. I remember getting to the church one day and there was a man drawing a particular grave. I was very impressed when he told me that it was the grave of a Knight! Well, I was only 7. Only 7! I don't suppose the kids of that age today have that kind of freedom. Shame. Different times.