It's a bit of a pull up the hill so let's sit down for a bit of a blow.
No, not inside the church, I am afraid. It's kept locked since a
couple of burglaries relieved it of several pieces of valuable furniture.
There’s a comfortable seat at the end of the churchyard where we can look
across the signs of our mortality at the fine old 12th century church.
Look at the inscription on this stone.
"This world's a city full of crooked streets
Death is the market place where all men meet
If life were merchandise that man could buy
The rich would lie and the poor would die"
How did the old saying go? 'It's the same the whole world over'
Let's see if we can get into the church