Here are a few more photos of the old church I showed in this morning’s Pull up a Seat. As I mentioned, I have a “thing” about old churches that are clearly very much still alive. I especially like the smaller ones, where you, in my mind anyway, feel the love and care of the centuries. They lift me up and create a sense of hope and perspective for the ability to come through strife.
The mechanism to lift up the lid on the baptismal font:
I was charmed by the bird shaped counter weight that was part of the mechanism for lifting the lid of the baptismal font.
Perhaps because we mostly have alder and evergreens locally I was quite fascinated by some of the trees, mostly I think they were sycamore, or plane trees, that we saw while walking Hadrian’s Wall National Trail in England last summer.
I think I love them because they remind me of fairy stories.