A country church

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

For once, I had managed to leave in good time for my trip north. Had I been feeling well, I would have stopped at a cathedral I’ve been meaning to visit, but as I was still feeling decidedly weird, I did not stop until I was within easy each of my destination… and that gave me time to explore. I have been meaning to have a wander around Dovedale for a while. I had made a few brief forays, but not when I had time to spare, so I left the beaten track behind and took to the lanes.

Passing an old manor, I glimpsed a church tower in the distance and headed towards it, parking near a vast bank of starry, white ransoms covered in butterflies.  Old yew trees guarded the entrance to the little church in Blore Ray, whose nominal told me was dedicated to St Bartholomew. Even…

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