I went to Cranfield, one of my favourite universities to visit, after all, how many universities can boast of having an airfield on the campus, eh? While driving back, I noticed this great little church.
Parked the car in a little field and hopped out with my little camera, the gate was lovely, old old worked wood
heading into the churchyard
And veer right
the whole family together in death. 
A family burial spot
A lovely thatched cottage, but what’s that on top? 
lol, a thatched duck???!! but lovely thatch work. 
back to the burial 
separate plots and different kinds of graves. has quite a lot of family members in there. 
Another burial plot but with an iron grillwork around it, sadly rusting away
its a very old churchyard…one way to figure this out is to look a the lean of the gravestones. 
Another gravestone with some serious looking spikes on the top, what for? 
I touched the ancient weathered stones and they spoke to me. It was lovely, hearing the soft susurration of the old voices whispering around the church graveyard. 
this grave spoke to me as well, the moss cover gave it the look of ancient antiquity. 
hmmm, ivy covered gravestones, very nice
The windows and door are very heavily worn away, one pane isnt repaired, the stone supports are clearly chipping off. But antiquity strikes everybody. 
Looking back at the bell tower. 
Looking back at the gently rolling countryside
this window has been recently repaired and the glowering clouds are reflected..
more recent graves, that’s what saddens me, nobody remembers you after about 50-70 years, then all you do is moulder away
Another sight of the bell tower with arrow slits.
the entrance
ancient ancient stones..
a grave which has been taken over by ivy, completely. 
And the ivy is going up the tree as well. Looking like a girl doing handstands..
heading back to the gate
Looking back at the church. 
The end window is big and bold although lacking detail as one would normally see in these types of churches. 
With these two faces on each side..bit serious for masonry faces
Ivy is growing on these two stones as well. 
gravestones moved to the fence, another sad thing, nobody remembers them but there is this residual thought that they need to be maintained, but not for long, in my experience, they disappear after 100 odd years…
quite a lot of empty space
looking back at the church, its a very pretty place
Walking back around the outside lane
Peering at the church over the fence
the family burial place
And there’s the adorable little thatched cottage.
Regretfully I went back to the car and took off. I could have spent more time there and with my bigger camera, but next time..
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