Dreary rainy Bank Holiday Monday. After lunch of cold beef (the remains of yesterday's joint), boiled potatos and peas I drove thirty miles to a village on the other side of the county. Just as I arrived the sun came out (briefly).
Mysterious mounds in a pasture indicate the medieval village was considerably larger than the present hamlet - the grass too wet and waterlogged for me to look at the site properly.
In the church porch were two medieval recumbent effigies, the purpose of my visit. The knights were both in armour from the early 14th century. The one on the left (above) had around his head a cusped and crocketed canopy with angles either side.
The one on the right in superb chain-mail.
Various local stories surround the figures, none of them likely to be true - they were two brothers who went off to the crusades; they were local landowners who fought a duel in which they both died; they are part of King Arthur's sleeping knights.
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