Warts and wells and all

I accompaniied Herself on another holy well search on a beautiful autumn day. To cut a long story short, we were taken to this site where there was a wart well - a cup-mark in a flat stone 'that never dries'.
It wasn't the well she was looking for to begin with but another one that she had been looking for before. It was down to Martin who we met in a graveyard, visiting his passed relatives who didn't know about the first well but knew about this one and took us there - because he 'liiked helping people'. So Herself pronounced herself to be ''very satisfied with the day altogether'.
I'm sure the full story will be in her blip later, but she is still faffing about with it :)