We often pass through Wilburton. Which means we often pass St Peter’s. I’ve long meant to stop and have a look. Today I finally did so.
There were a couple of ladies inside, doing some cleaning. Presumably local volunteers?
Sadly my iPhone’s camera isn’t really up to zooming in on some of the details, such as the carved heads up in the roof.
There’s some unusually brightly coloured tiling in the floor, up around the altar. And what look like fossils, in some of the marble. I must find out what these odd artefacts are.
Yet another humbly beautiful and powerful building.
After the church, I found a little public footpath. And had a short ramble. So glad I did! It was very uplifting. When I rounded a corner and saw the view pictured immediately below, my spirits soared.
It’s always a surprise – although it really ought not to be – every time I take a moment out, to savour such places as these, how nourishing and enriching the experience is.