St Peter’s church Woodhall Spa was built in 1838. We were nobbut a stones throw away at a caff on The Parade and I had considered making an inspection. However my suspicions were aroused when it revealed itself as a red brick building and google told me about the 1838 bit.
I like visiting churches but my curiosity relates to their historical interest rather than anything specifically religious. This does include whether they have sold off the pews in favour of using seats that offer a more flexible use of the space. I get the fact that churches feel the need to modernise to keep the bums on seats but that’s not my problem. It would be a problem if the churches had to close due to lack of attendance as there would then be a risk of the building is sold for alternative non-religious uses.
This happened at capel Penybont near Llandysul. The building originally used by my 4g grandfather the Rev Daviel Davies (circa 1766 – 1843) was replaced at the beginning of the last century by a lovely new build. The old church was kept as a vestry and a mezzanine floor added to provide separate spaces for Sunday school, meetings etc. When I visited in April this year the “vestry” had been sold off and was now someone’s house, slap bang in the middle of the graveyard!
The point being you can’t just poke your head through the door of someone’s house to eyeball the pews, list of past vicars or hymn numbers. Apart from anything else none of the above are still likely to be in place. The colour of the three piece suite in their living room and whether they have Laura Ashley wallpaper is of no interest.
Brian, you will be glad to hear, is still perched securely at the waters edge, fishing rod extended, reeling in a fine trout. Actually I don’t really (geddit?) know what flavour/brand fish he has caught. There aren’t any in the lake. Yet. Brian doesn’t know this but I don’t want to tell him as I don’t want to risk dampening his enthusiasm. That cheery smile of his raises everyone’s spirits first thing in the morning.
Tis a lovely autumn morning despite being the last day of meteorological summer. Where did that go? Lots going on in the house of Tref & THG. Makes the time fly by. Slow down, don’t go too fast. Autumn is early this year.
Today we are taking my sister Sue on a jaunt to the Bomber Command Memorial Centre. Then we will stick the telly on in the shed to watch Liverpool v Arse, enal. At half time I’ll fire up the barbie as it’s butterflied leg of lamb for dindins. Make barbecue whilst the sun shines.
The trail cam is also arriving today so will need to get that setup asap. Its purpose is not only to catch the culprit knocking Brian into the water but to record all the night time visitors to the side of the lake. Deer, foxes, hedgehogs, giraffes. That sort of thing.
Gotta go. Tea doesn’t just pour itself yanow.