Nestled on a Hill

The village church is above our house, on the hill.  You can see the slope of the graveyard.  It's quite a well attended church, from our experience, particularly when the local publican (Mark Hix) caters for gatherings like a concert in it – that was some feast!

Mrs B and I are official lockers-up for a week, starting tomorrow.  We must be careful not to forget . . .