Mossy autumn velvet cushions stacked headstone memorials and tombed beds. Soft furnishings for retired grave stones to put up their heavy, earthbound feet, a database of past lives filed neatly in an open air, bricked cabinet of a time capsuled office, whose inhabitants moved on long ago, to more easily maintained digital storage solutions.
Having travelled through the village of Newton-in-the-Isle in north Cambridgeshire for the last seven years, it suddenly occurred to me, where was the church, there must be a church as the village sign displayed one. 342 more words
A couple of weeks ago I visited two more Round Tower Churches, I have already posted about East Lexham Church and this post is about West Lexham Church. 282 more words