Ringed by wonky tombstones, our pretty village church sits on top of a small hill. Called ‘All Saints’ – to cover all the holy bases – the unassuming little building is an eclectic blend of eras – Norman, Georgian, Victorian and modern. The Norman bell tower features a rare folksy thatched roof, and the east window is rumoured to be from Rouen Cathedral, picked up for a song following the French Revolution.
Our micro-cottage nestles at the foot of the hallowed mound, and I pass by the church when popping out for rations. Now and again, I take a stroll around the fir-lined graveyard and while away some me time on a memorial bench. I’m no God botherer, but I find it soulful and restorative, a welcome distraction from a scary world. And now spring has finally sprung, the sight of perky daffodils glowing in the afternoon sun is pretty restorative too.
Perking the Pansies 
Looks lovely. I enjoy old churches and old cemeteries. One of the fun things I did on my big wander around the country three years ago was visit a few cemeteries.
Years ago, a friend I taught English in town in Mexico, just across the border. We always go across early so we could have early dinner somewhere. I remember one week getting a meal to go and taking it to the local cemetery for a picnic.
I wanted you to know that I read last weeks blog post, but it was marked “comments, closed” and it didn’t even have a like button to click. Very odd!
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Odd indeed! I never close comments so I’ll have to investigate so thanks for the heads up! 😀
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The Dos Tortas site was also closed. I didn’t imagine either of you would have done that. A few other sites were also closed, but most were not.
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Could’ve been a WordPress problem. Now resolved, hopefully!
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