died at sea
St Peter and St Paul, Shernborne, Norfolk
I was cycling around the villages to the north and east of the Sandringham estate, mopping up a handful of Norfolk churches that I'd missed when I first cut a swathe through the county twelve years previously. I headed out of Dersingham. climbing and climbing, and suddenly left the strange gloom of Kings Lynn, the Wash, the forest and the marsh country behind me, climbing up through narrow lanes through beautiful rolling fields, some being harvested. The sun was shining brightly, and it was with utter joy that I whooped along until descending steeply into Sherborne.
The pretty little church was open, and I stepped inside. Well, what an amazing font, one of the most elaborate Norman fonts in the county, all knotwork and grinning faces. And quite an atmospheric little church to go with it, and lovely in its setting in the village. It was entirely rebuilt in 1898 to the design of the diocesan architect Herbert Green, not an architect I usually warm to, but here he resisted his customary temptation to go for neo-Norman, and instead we have a quiet little country church doing the job it's always done. I liked it a lot. I sat outside, ate a sandwich, and studied maps and my website index, to make sure I didn't miss any this time. For one panicky moment I thought I was going to have to go all the way to Stanhoe, but with a sigh of relief I found I'd done it before. So I headed on to Bircham instead.