This is a church near to where I work. I used to work round the corner and I used to go here a lot and look round. It was peaceful, quiet and interesting to look around. It was built a long, long time ago. Back in the 13th century. It predates the United States, democrocy in the England and so much more.
There is a board on the back that lists every minister that’s served there. How original and old it is I can’t say, but I like to think it’s as old as the curch.
The walls show signs of how it’s changed over the many years.Every mark tells it’s story. Look carefully on the last picture on the right. just below the lip on the right is a ginger bread man figure. Put there by a crantsman who wanted to leave his mark, he’s now now retired but has his story too.
This stone is a memorial to a girl that died and tells the story of her father who was taken from his home country. One presumes he was a slave and somehow escaped to Britain where he married a local and had a child.
Inside, ancient painting and stone work set this place alive. The gnerations of families that have worshipped here. How many have been christened, married and celebrated in the sight of these arches. What stories could they tell if they spoke?
This place inspires me, the age and the features preserved are just amazing and I wanted to share them so you could too!