I had just 25p in my pocket. This was when the shaking began. I discovered a fish and chip shop up the lane beside the church. I drank it while jumping up and down in front of the household goods. Shortly before the shop assistant rang the police to have me arrested, my wife arrived and took me home.
Sunlight shimmers the flints of the west end.
Note the bell, which may have come from the sanctus bell turret visible in the adjacent photo. Night must fall. The graveyard is more beautiful than any in an urban setting has a right to be. Since then, I have been profoundly fond of Wickham Market fish and chip shop, while at the same time avoiding ever going into the Co-op again. The octagonal tower slenders into a splendid lead spire, with a bell on the west side that is probably not in its original place.