
I parked by the church. No-one seemed to be about. I went up to the door and tried the handle, and to my surprise it opened. Inside the first thing I saw was the font, obviously Norman, but unlike any other example I have seen. Around the church there were many connections with the family that owned the Hall. Their coat-of arms was carved on the pulpit, an enormous family pew dominated the north aisle (stuffed round Victorian hassocks dented by generations of squirearchical knees), the family crypt, also in the north aisle, sealed by a twenty foot square slab, two feet thick, the whole encircled by iron railings (why such a massive weight of masonry - were they trying to keep the living out or, more disturbingly... ?).
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