Video transcript
When I was about 19 years old, I'd been to have a few drinks at the Pallion
Inn with a few of my mates. After closing time, they went their way and I
went mine.
On my way home, I was caught short so decided to go into the graveyard
of the local church.
I was standing behind a tree and took a step backwards. Unfortunately,
right behind me was an open grave ready for the next morning.
The next thing I knew, I ended up lying on my back at the bottom of the
grave staring up at the night sky.
Most people think graveyards are scary or "spooky", but I found it very
relaxing and so the next thing I remembered, it was the morning and the
sun was shining!
What had woken me up was a ball flying into the grave. Next thing I saw
was the face of a young bairn looking down to find his ball.
He shouted for his mam, she grabbed him and they both shot off.
It was really hard getting out of the grave and I made sure I never made
that mistake again.