This is the St. John’s Church in Stanmore. It is an extraordinary sight. A very old and a new church, side by side, but you will see what I mean.
A war memorial. I love this idea of war memorials in every borough and town. This ensures the citizens know their rights as well as duties towards their country. You remember your neighbours who gave up the ultimate sacrifice. These days, memorials like these are ignored somewhat, which is a shame.
The names of the fallen are on this metal plaque and another plaque talks about the first great war. Nobody remembers it now and the last surviving soldier died few years back.
The background to this is lost in the mists of time, but a lych gate is used to keep the coffin and the priest here performs the first part of the burial rights under this temporary shelter before the coffin is taken in.
This is an old old structure, you can see how the wood has started to wear away, erected in 1818. I usually try to touch these lych gates and seriously you can almost feel the emotions. This is the first step towards the burial of your loved one in the church so obviously these old wooden posts would have absorbed so much emotion of the bereaved friends and family.
The crocuses have started to peek out.
The bell tower.
The angel which I photographed before, but this time from the back. This was perhaps more poignant..
Some local worthies? perhaps a priest on the right hand side?
The bell tower is now stabilised after renovation and restoration. One can go into the church and climb the tower even during the summer.
Another Celtic cross with some detailed stone carvings..lovely work.
Peeking through the gate
Snowdrops on the edge of a grave.
Zooming into one of the windows of the brick tower.
Walking across the road to see both churches.
I finish and wave goodbye to the pigeon and the church. Lovely church. One day I have to get inside them as well…but for some reason, my timing sucks. lol. Still, a lovely history lesson and some lovely old bricks and stones.