Above: drab day, overcast and cold. In the afternoon a drive to a village in the south east of the county. Half a dozen houses, a ringwork "castle" and a stone church outwardly medieval but actually 1865. I had to get the key from a cottage opposite. Large number of mud-encrusted wellington boots outside the back door, lying any old how. The churchwarden, an elderly lady, accompanied me round the church - coughing with the cold air. The graveyard spongy underfoot.
Above: the old rectory could be seen from the graveyard, monstrous in appearance. This is the back which is dated 1804 - the front was put on in 1888. Fragment of a Saxon cross used as a garden ornament.
Above: the interior was untouched Victorian. Plastic coverings everywhere because bats live in the building (and as a protected species cannot be ejected. I was very impressed by the candelabras either side of the altar.
A numinous building. I am glad I made the effort to visit it. The congregation is tiny, so who knows how long it will remain open.


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