I had visited this church before but it was a cold rainy overcast cloud. Then again, I had my big camera with me. This time, we were there on a nice sunny day but I only had my little camera with me.
The history of this church has already been explained in the previous post, so wont bother repeating it. Suffice to say that this was burnt down back in the 16th century and then a new one was constructed next door but this was left..thank God.
All of them are from local stone.
You can see the ancient brick structure, amazing, I touched it and they whispered to me of long lost services, heartbreak and joys that these bricks have heard inside the church for so many centuries.
Crept inside and peered up the bell tower entrance. At one time, there was a wooden ladder here which would allow the bell ringers to climb up
The memorial plaques have all worn away but you can still see many markings in ye olde English