Above: stuffed round Victorian hassocks dented by generations of squirearchical knees. There were also 18th century family prayer books. The pew was very high up, and overlooked the church like the captain's bridge on a ship.
Andrew Amesbury. In this blog some names have been changed, some places have been disguised and some characters have been obscured. But the essential truth remains. You can e-mail me on andrewamesbury@live.co.uk
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