I was in the rather delightfully named Wiggenhall St Mary, down Church Lane. There must be a church here, I surmised. There’s certainly a chapel. I was right by it. Now turned into a domestic residence. But the road, or track, to be more accurate, carried on. So off I went, for a look see…
And lo, there is a church. Hidden away, accessible only on foot. And, sadly, closed. And in this case, properly closed. For repairs, due to falling masonry. No calling a churchwarden for the key in this instance, alas.
I’m keen to revisit this church, as and when she’s made ready. She’s in the care of the CCT. I hope it’s not too long, afore we can get inside her? She’s in a fabulously pretty and secluded location. Just my cup of tea!