This is undoubtedly my favourite church. It is tiny, perfectly formed and just a haven of peace. I remember beautiful harvest festivals here, the church heaving with produce, every shade of the rainbow. It is my quintessential Norfolk church. This is where I wanted to get married, but sadly the church was not large enough to accommodate all the guests. I mentioned the fascinating pew doors in the last post; they still amaze me and when last visiting in 2009 I gently ran my hand over those little doors and nipped in closing it behind me, hugging myself with delight just as I did all those years ago.
It’s a funny old world isn’t it. If I was a modern-day anchoress like Julian of Norwich…this is the church that I would choose to have my cell attached to, without a shadow of a doubt.
Looking from altar to font.
And the beautiful cottage that sits right beside the church.