Given a lousy headache and dodgy vision from the over-inflated flesh, I was glad to come across this old post. With the fallout from COVID keeping churches closed to visitors, and preventing many of our most ancient and mysterious traditions from taking place over the past year, it felt good to revisit, if only virtually, a thousand-year-old place of worship that houses the relics of a tradition that may go back even further, all the way into prehistory…

Not even I would gate-crash a funeral and this one, with a good fifteen vintage Porsches outside looked like it would have security of the type provided by very large men in dark glasses. I satisfied myself with a shot of the lych-gate and one exterior carving and rapidly moved on. It was bad timing, but the name of the village had attracted me, seeming to ring bells somewhere in memory. However…