We pass St Peter’s, in March, all the time. But we’ve never stopped to look inside. Until today. It’s not as prettily interesting as St Wendreda’s, which is down the road a piece.
When we went in an old fella was playing an electric organ – not the ‘real‘/old organ (that was located elsewhere – which was fed through big speakers mounted high on the wall. It wasn’t a bad simulacrum of the real thing. Had I not seen that it wasn’t the real deal, I might not have twigged.
It’s funny, three of he churches I’ve visited recently have had folk in them being musical. Which is great, I think. Two organists and a small choir. good that the buildings are being used. And the organ music really helps with the atmos’.
There’s a fair bit of stained glass. But it all looks fairly modern, ie 19th C. or newer. And isn’t particularly striking. Nonetheless, I’ve gone round snapping most of it.
There are several windows dedicated to the passing of folk one guesses were fairly well to do local parishioners. And most of the dates are late 1800s or more frequently early 1900s. Which, at an edumacated guess, puts most of this glasswork in an early twentieth century frame.
Bog standard baby Jesu scenes dominate.
These windows are all well executed, if a little dull.
It’s a big ol’ building. But rather heavy set and lumpen. Poss akin in that respect to much parochial town buildings ov Victorian vintage, which I’m guessing this is?
On the way out I spotted the four small lights pictured above. These little windows seem to be dedicated to Matt, Mark, Luke n’ Ron… we, I mean John. Or the ‘Four Evangelists’, as they’re sometimes known. Whose collected writings are sometimes referred to shorthand as The Gospels!
Anyway, there it is… St Peter’s.