Note the clumsy north aisle, and the grill on the east window. I pushed my bike along the path that leads up to the church. This aisle was built in the 1870s. The parish room, built beside the church. There are signs that it is still in use, which is more than you can say for the church.
Nothing now remains of it, except a slightly flattish expanse above the slope of the hill.
Directly beside the north side of the churchyard is a 19th century parish room, built of Woolpit brick. Approaching the church, I began to notice the ugly metal grills disfiguring all the windows, the ones on the north side being particularly grim. A horse regarded me balefully over a gap in the churchyard wall. This didn't feel like a very welcoming place, and the horse seemed to feel it too. There are massive brick buttresses to the west of the tower, and these, combined with the grills, make the church looks like a prison of some sort.