This church is just a couple of miles away from us. We hadn’t been before but after a walk around the Bury it was just a hundred metres down the lane, so, having time to do it, we nipped down to have a look.
It is named after a Saxon Abbess from Chester apparently and has stood since the 15th Century. This is the first time I’ve heard about it being a good place for geese here though.
We like to take a wander around any little local churches as there’s normally a good few stories to be glimpsed and imagined from what is inscribed on the headstones. A good sign of how healthy the Cornish environment is for people is visible in some of the ages that people got to as well. Seventy and eighty years old at death are common compared to some of the thirty and forty year average age in cities in comparative eras.
The unfurling of the new leaves over a place marking the passing of life caught my eye, pristine fresh yellows against a cloudless blue sky on the birch tree at the entrance.
Or as it turns out in my B&W style, very light grey against a slightly darker grey.