“All Saints Church greets you with a Norman porch, leading to a locked door which refused my entry. Inside, the nave and chancel gleam with the results of an 1854–55 remodel—if only I could have see them. Outside, the churchyard has found its true worshippers in a flock of sheep, who graze the lawn with the reverence once reserved for Sunday sermons.”
“All Saints Church greets you with a Norman porch, leading to a locked door which refused my entry. Inside, the nave and chancel gleam with the results of an 1854–55 remodel—if only I could have see them.
Outside, the churchyard has found its true worshippers in a flock of sheep, who graze the lawn with the reverence once reserved for Sunday sermons.”